The first few months, half year, or however long it takes will be in Central America looking for that perfect beach and the rum to go with it. Last year I developed a taste for Flor de Cana, perhaps this year I'll find another one that's just as good.
Recently the Prague Princess has been emphasizing how laid back she will be on this trip, lacking a schedule will hopefully agree with her. I'm looking forward to the first time a bus driver drops us off at some random crossroad in the mountains, perhaps with a few locals who speak as little Spanish as we do and no one knowing when the connecting bus might show up. I have a feeling there will be a bit of a freak out as I lay down in the sun, waiting for the inevitable bus to show up.
The bus always shows up. I hope the bus always shows up.