Cold Cold Cold

I can take winter in Scotland; it's summer that'll drive me from this country. Low of 4 degrees Celcius last night, approximately the temperature where my blood turns solid and I lose the ability to do anything but roll on the floor and cry about how cold I am and whine about the weather. If it were March, it would be a different story, but it is almost July.

This is how truly boring my life is right now -- I've nothing more to say after my usual weather-related intro. I'm going on some trips in the next few weekends, but work takes up all my days and saps my energy for the evenings so I never do anything interesting on week nights.

So, instead, here's a few photos from Spring Break:

In Bucharest:



In and near Brasov, Romania:





Budapest:


I've picked these sort of haphazardly; I can assure you I have other, better pictures. Which I will one day upload.