If there’s such thing as stereotypical spring weather, we’ve been experiencing it here this entire week in L.A. The mornings start out cool and crisp and the afternoons hover at a perfect temperature that just hints at becoming too warm. Last night I met a friend for Cuban food and though we were tempted to take in the last bits of sun, we stayed inside. I’ll probably smell of chicken and rice for the next week or so, but it was entirely worth it.
