I just felt in the mood for a little modern poetry today, and I remembered my senior year of high school, when I took Advanced Placement Logic & Composition. We focused on personal essays and narratives for the first half of the year, and by spring, everyone was pretty much "in" college, so the teacher passed out sheets of poetry, saying "it's spring and love is in the air, so we're going to be reading some romantic poetry."

It just so happened that the boy who had my heart for the last three years of high school transferred into my AP Logic & Composition class in the second semester, so love truly was in the air for me. So perfect was it when the boy I liked volunteered to read all the poems I liked best -- a coincidence, I'm sure, but maybe it was something more? (says 18-year-old me)

I have at last found a dessert place that meets my expectations of what dessert should be.

It's a cozy dessert shop called My Sweetie Pie, but it also serves meals and your typical café drinks. I've had the lasagne there, which was better than a lot of lasagne I've had back in the U.S., as well as the brownie, strawberry pie, balsamic vinegar cake (I think this is their version of red velvet) and the chocolate cake. And the chai ... chai lattes are practically nonexistent at the Starbucks here, so I was thrilled to find it at My Sweetie Pie. It came in a small pitcher and was much more cinnamon-y than the Starbucks version, which made me very, very happy.