Plotting Our Course: Part 1

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How we Decided to Travel RTW

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We meet a ton of people who say they want to travel the world, and we believe that just about anyone can. Most of us who take gap years or head out indefinitely aren’t trustafarians. There’s just some glitch in our personalities that always makes us crave something new, and we go out of our way to find it.

World travel was first date material for us. We had both traveled (he’s been more West, I more East) and long-term travel was already on the table. What’s more, we had both considered joining the Peace Corps. What were the odds that we’d met another person who was just as passionate about these things? The planning began right away.

So some people have these dreams all on their own and are perfectly happy going solo. We had both been holding out for a travel partner. I think we motivate each other to stay on track with planning and saving money. Eric’s been great with the website, and I’ve researched most of our route. He chose all of our electronics, and I picked out all the travel clothes. Teamwork rocks.

Anyways, getting back to the point of this post: We are not rich or fearless. We’ve had many reservations about quitting our jobs and leaving behind all of the great people in our lives. And I have to leave my cat! But our relationships won’t unravel just because we’re outside the U.S. (especially if you guys visit us, hinthint). Career-wise, there will always be another cubicle, and the world will always need software engineers and accountants if we do go back into those fields. A major goal in traveling the world is to find ourselves and what really makes us happy – both individually and in our marriage. There will certainly be sacrifices, but as the (cliché) saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

In sum, for us traveling RTW is one part passion and eight parts determination. Curiosity doesn’t hurt either. Nor does love.

12 Weeks Out: Checking In

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Hi. Hey there. Happy Holidays. Do you like the new website design? Eric’s been working on it nonstop! He’s been busy with that, and I FINALLY finished school. So here we are, 12 weeks out, with a freshly minted site and a whole lot of writing to do.

After so many months of planning, all of the major pieces (budget, route, logistics) are in place. Well, as much as they can be. We’re trudging through the last ten weeks of work like children who have to eat all their green beans before going out to play.

In an effort to break up some of the longest months EVER, we’re going to Chicago for Christmas and New Orleans over the MLK holiday in January. It will be great to get some quality time in with our family and friends, who must be completely tired of hearing about our upcoming trip. Thanks, you guys, for lending a perpetual ear to our musings. I promise our travel posts will be more interesting than our planning.

We were fortunate to find a colleague to adopt Dolce, our cat child. Now he’ll have two dogs to keep him company, and hopefully he’ll get more exercise in the new back yard. Thank you, Justin, for offering him a great new home!

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Other than that, we started packing and the purging continues. Stay tuned for budget and planning articles, which should start going up soon. Hope you and yours are having a great holiday season!

Looking to Get Away? I Mean, Really Away?

Our private island in Honduras

After a year of wedding planning, we were ready. Perusing websites for a good place to finish up our diving certification, Eric came across reviews from people who had rented their OWN ISLAND off the coast of Honduras. Yes, this was what we needed. Seclusion. Sunshine. Hermit Crabs.

We spent our first night in a shmancy Roatan resort that was complete with towel animals and a magnificent palapa.

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Next we headed to Utila via the mainland, as there are limited options to travel between the two islands. Once on Utila, we loaded up at a local grocery store with food and other provisions – local beer, rum, sunblock. Check. What else could we need?

Barry, the island owner, picked us up off the dock behind the grocery store and took us to Sandy Cay, our little island paradise. He left us with a cell phone in case of emergency.

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Sandy Cay is about the size of a football field, just large enough for the house, a small strip of white-sand beach, and a grove of palm trees. The house itself, with it’s generator, sun-warmed water, and lukewarm fridge, might be described as “island rustic”.

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But what it’s lacking in luxury it easily makes up for in isolation. We snorkeled in the clear waters off our private beach and hung out with the tropical fish. I read Treasure Island without interruption.

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A couple of days in, we decided to race some of the hundreds of hermit crabs that call the place home. They walk sideways and aren’t very nimble runners, but mine won after a hard-fought battle.

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Just one more crab…can you see it?

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After the sun went down each night, we took chairs out to the dock and watched the stars appear, completely bright and uninhibited by city lights.

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We found that we went through a lot more food and beer than usual since there’s not a ton to do. Before long we wished we had more of these things, along with better snorkel gear, DEET, and water shoes.

But Caribbean Paralysis has a way of making you forget about these things.

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  • Sandy Cay, per night: $130
  • Transportation from/to Utila: $80
  • Groceries and supplies: $90
  • Alcohol/Other: $40
  • Snorkel gear (rented from Barry): $12