My Taylor Sweater is the perfect warmth.

I would describe the weather here as relatively comparable to the weather at home, except...better.  When they say "fair" and "partly cloudy" here, they really mean "sunny" and 54 degrees seems to be an underestimate or possibly in Celsius...I never was good at that conversion.   In St. Paul, "54 and partly cloudy" typically means "40 degrees and you can sometimes see evidence of a blue sky in the small holes between the clouds.  Also, probably anticipate frozen rain and smelly, post-snow ground".  

I've spent a fair amount of time outside because of this warm front, even though Jacob insists that he is "disappointed that the weather isn't nicer".  Friday was spent on the beach getting sand into every page of my book and body and watching beachlike sports.  The weekend mostly involved cooking and consuming various foodstuffs and convincing certain parties that Gossip Girl is a worth while show and was importantly the 2nd thing I packed before leaving (1st: my broken watch that I brought to France to be fixed instead of walking the 2 blocks to the crotchety old man in Highland Park).  

Other highlights include:

1.  The current smell of the banana bread cooking in the oven.  Resisting urge to see if it's done...again. 
2. French Mass. Still comforting, still don't know the Apostle's (Nicene? Damnit!) Creed without the entire congregation backing me up. 
3. First Limoncello experience.  To be followed by more Limoncello experiences. 
4. Bisous.  I'm still struggling to figure out when they're appropriate, but it's turning into less weird and more fun.