ah, the sinful convenience of finding strangers' sites to illustrate one's wanderings. in laguna beach this is less than coincidence, as most everything is within a five-minute walk of everything else. behold main beach, where many a college friend refused to follow me past the (very, very tame) waves (jake excepted - a good man, as i've noted). behold magnificent and beloved taco loco, cherished in restaurant reviews and my youth hostel in amsterdam. behold the park bench where joe and i finally conceded that one can vacation where i grew up.

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