I once knew a guy who loved to sit at home and talk about all the places he wanted to go and things he wanted to do. He talked about going to Paris and walking along the Seine while finding the perfect place to set up a coffee cart that would cater to tourists. He would start by renting a little flat in the Latin Quarter, find the right immigrants to buy the coffee beans from, and set up a little roastery. The next week he’d be mentally traveling to Morocco, or Madagascar, or Madrid, where he would start a business, and like a mustard seed, it would grow into a large company that would one day split off into a chain of shops. Read more