Way back on March 1, 2008 we boarded a plane headed for Cairo, officially finished with our regular lives as we had known them to that point. Leaving our financial planning and child injury prevention 9 to 5 jobs behind without only a hint of nostalgia, we set out to forge a new path that would allow us to remain on the road indefinitely and give us the chance to experience a level of freedom completely new to us, try it out for a while and see how it fit. Well, so far, like a glove. Of course, as I had always suspected and can now confirm, you can change the circumstances all you want, but they don’t change your personality. And both Laynni and I are planners. Always have been and, it seems, always will be. So what started out as the epitome of random travel with an eye to all sorts of uncharacteristic spontaneity has slowly evolved into a fairly predictable pattern of events. Our now standard routine is to spend May to August enjoying summer in Saskatchewan, with our time split between our condo in Saskatoon, Laynni’s family in Prince Albert, and our family cabin at Waskesiu. Then September arrives, the temperature starts to drop, various young relatives move into our condo, and these serve as our cue to hit the road for the next 3 ½ months. We return for a few weeks over Christmas to spend time with family and friends, and get just enough a taste of winter to remind us how much we like warm weather, then we’re off again from early January until the end of April. Clockwork travel, one country at a time.