Montreal gets blossoms!

I had forgotten. Or maybe I was just never around when the trees were blossoming these last few years (because I was busy enjoying the magnolias, etc in Cambridge). But on this perfect 20-degree-Celsius, sunny day, walking downtown, it feels like summer. Street vendors are out, street painters too, the cheezy feel-good Andes musicians are playing and McGill College (which is a street for all you non-Montrealers -Canadians never refer to any part of their universities as 'college') is literally lined with fuschia and cotton-candy tulips and lovely pink blossoming trees...

I am officially not a proper writer because I cannot name every kind of flora in existence, followed by weaving into an elegant, seamless beautiful-word-orgy, but I did some Googling... and to little avail. In any case, they kind of look like cherry or almond trees blossoming, but smell kind of lilac-y... I give up. But it's really pretty. And makes one feel quite happy.

We are done with neuro now. Starting Immunology/Microbiology/Pathology unit -fitting for allergy season (did they plan it that way on purpose?). Life goes on but in sunshine and with joy now -long days and good weather make all the difference. I'm off to a most authentic, delicious restaurant that is like being in Turkiye in Montreal (Cafe Avesta) before going to the Med-Dent Talent Show (For A Cause). Niagara Falls trip planned with the famille (nuclear) for the Victoria-Day long weekend.

Oh also. One of my Harvard blockmates sent the following link out today -it's hilarious and wonderful and true. I think you're special, but more importantly, YOU should think you're special. If you're ever forgetting, please visit accordingly: http://www.reasonsyouarespecial.com/

Another interesting site (especially if you're a writer I think!): http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/ Now a word of caution: it is EXTREMELY average. That's why it's wonderful -you can see all the little mundane things about our day-to-day lives that illuminate how utterly absurd they often are. And yet they're all the words we use instead of the much deeper thoughts and feelings we mean. Anyway, you gotta dig a little (deeper in your imagination) to dig this site.

Much Love.