My Child and Adolescent Development class is soooooooooo boring. And today I have 30 pages of textbook reading and copious note taking for the quiz tomorrow. It's tasks like these that makes me revert to my hippy-daydreaming-self. When reading about whether or not to breast feed, share the bed with your baby or do baby's dream does nothing to excite me. My initial hippy answer for all these questions is a basic one size fits all: babies were born, feed, and cognitively developing long before Gerber had developed formula, epidurals were possible (question, am I the only one that thinks shoving a HUGE needle in someones spine as being a bad idea?)and websites available for interpreting dreams. Hippy me just wants to embrace the fact that nature has provided and "progress" doesn't always lead to a better solution than what nature has already presented, usually it's just a more sophisticated problem. That's my hippy rant.
As a way to try and escape my textbook I have been daydreaming. Lately I've been in France a lot, Avignon, where lavender fields, crepes, biased waiters, and exotic toilets were found. But my favorite part was the cobblestone streets wet with fresh rain. The world is a more romantic, beautiful place with cobblestone streets (unless it's the Versailles cobblestone, that's just dangerous). 
I know that every European town/city has cobblestone streets (except for the ones that were annihilated during the WW's), but there is something so classy about them, unless you're in highheels--I've tried it and given my natural grace it's a miracle that 1) I'm here today, 2) someone didn't die as I tripped many times--my body is an awkward, yet capable weapon.
Moving on...
Cobblestone streets, it's almost as though they promise summer romance, hot men, chocolate to die for, and your first kiss in the rain. Or Johnny Depp from Chocolat:
Then you also expect to look like this:
Oh well, I suppose we all have our little fantasies...Which reminds me I'm hoping the Groundhog was wrong and VA will experience an early spring! Wouldn't that be wonderful?! Then I'd find a colonial town with cobblestone where I can lazily walk hoping I look suave while the hippy in me continues to grow out her leg hairs, protest textbooks, GMO's, liver dumplings, and personality tests.
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