Amtrak to Guatemala via Florida?

We are jobless, that's about the best thing I can say about this week. Who needs the grind of working for the man when you can grind yourself to death, trying to get those quintesential things of American life in order, like a job, mortgage, healthcare spending accounts, 1040 A's, and battling Bank of America to get access to your own money.

It doesn't matter now, for tonight, when we climb aboard the cozy confines of the Silver Star, leaving Raliegh and bound for Tampa, we are officially under way on this adventure. Smash a champagne bottle on the bow. Everybody wants to know how excited we are about going to live in another culture, and so far, all we can say is we are excited about getting out of this place. It's time sit on the beach in Venice, Florida, for four days, and count antifungal creams, mosquito nets and figure out what the exchange rate from dollars to quetzals is.

We fly to Guatemala City in 5 days. We have klonopin. We are on autopilot.