travel. when do you stop? when your passport expires, or when your mobility expires? desires. experiences. places and people. they're all dreams. so when do you stop chasing those dreams? obviously not when your passport starts to get full. when you're not sure if you'll be able to get the time off from work? no. because odds are, that'll sort itself out while you're walking the walls of a 57,000 ton ship that's within striking distance of the white continent. for others of us, the hardest part of travel is being stuffed into an aluminum tube for a dozen hours at a time with just 32in infront of you to stretch. but when don't things work out? like when two people mysteriously walk away from their seats in the exit row, and watching your 6'4", 210lb brother dart up like a rocket to occupy their now empty seats, making that last 11 hours just a little bit more comfortable. so where do you begin preparing for a trip to the end of the earth? at home, with both summer and winter in your suitcase, along with everything formal you'd need to fit into a holland america ship. we start in buenos aires, and should have continued into the falkland islands, but when your ship's captain is more cautious than airport security at the sight of a water bottle, and you throw in some of the roughest waters, deep swells, and high winds in all of the world, the falkland islands fade from your hopes and dreams as fast as they disappear from the bridge's radar sailing right by them without a tender into shore.