It was a great day for the beach. Not going to bother describing it to you, because I'm sure you know what it's like to enjoy lamb gyros, poki bowls, and funnel cake on the beach when the sun is warm and the air is cool and the beach is clear and spacious on a Thursday when almosteveryone else is in school or at work.
Right?
This is the joy of being an entrepreneur.
Venice Beach is hippieville, apparently. I'd like to thank the hippie-surfer-probable-yoga-master-guy that I saw on the beach today for his example. Thanks for emerging from the waves to sit back on your ankles in the sand and shut your eyes in meditation or prayer.
I joked with my friend that, perhaps, he was thanking the gods for an awesome surf. But then I got up and folded my legs beneath me as well. "Thank you for the food, and the beach, and the awesome day," was basically my prayer. "Amen!"
My friend and I also took our Venice visit as an opportunity to dream-build. As we lay back on our towels on the sand, we made plans to do exactly that, except we would do it in France and Greece. We would bring our friends. We would buy things we couldn't presently afford, and eat twice as much food.
And, now that we know what's down in Venice, we know what to come back for, once we're millionaires.
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