Spring in Tokyo

Spring has always been my favorite season. It represents new life, renewal, warm weather, birds chirping, my birthday. Paris in the spring is a dream of mine, but for now I'll have to settle for Tokyo in the spring, which represents everything, except warmth. But Tokyo in the spring has a nice uniqueness of its own.

We had Hanami, which is the cherry blossom viewing. My roommate and I planned a picnic. We sat in the cold and viewed the beautiful white flowers with our classmates and newly made friends.

Mark and I contemplated our future with a hyphenated last name ceremony. Luckily, no paperwork was involved, so it's not legally binding.

And I saw this hurried group of Geisha at Ueno park. They were headed to a party that I was not invited to, nor could I even attempt to gain admission. Maybe next time. More happened, but my computer doesn't want you to know.