Excuse me, what’s this “plan” you speak of? You mean to infer that: buy boat, live on boat, learn to sail boat, sail boat under the Golden Gate Bridge and into the southern horizon isn’t adequate in its specificity? Because…well, that’s all I’ve got. Mind you, I have no shortage of daydreams as to where I may end up, but what’s the point of a journey like this if the destination is already a foregone conclusion? Will I heave-to in Central America and opt to start fermenting whatever tropical fruits I can comb from some beach town? How about I thread the Panama Canal and set my sights on postgraduate Linguistics studies in Italy? Or, might I make it to Southern Chile to find that perfect plot of land to plant my own vines? Time, and eventually this map up here, will tell.