Preparing for this trip feels like we are in a faulty car. One minute, everything is fluid and moving perfectly and the next moment all motion has ceased. Until we can get things moving again, we are playing the waiting game. We are waiting on Andrew's passport. We are waiting on airfare deals. We are waiting on shots. We are waiting on reservation openings. We are waiting to apply for the visas that will then require us to ...wait.   We are waiting on sales for gear. We are waiting to sell cars. We are waiting for our lease to expire...We are waiting to go. I think this might be the first critical lesson of our adventure: Time is going to abuse us horribly. It will either make us fall into a stupor from waiting or it's going to push us along so fast that we won't have time to rest. Hopefully, it will be kind and atleast let us enjoy most of the trip. For now, we will continue to check the mailbox anxiously, watch the days fall from the calendar, and just, simply...wait.