By the time we landed, I had taken a short nap and felt a little better. Luke helped me retrieve my bag from the overhead compartment, and we exited the plane. A car was waiting for us after we grabbed our other bags, and we climbed in. The air outside felt warm and tropical, a tad different than LA. The sun had started to set, but I could see lush green landscape as we drove along the highway.
After about an hour, we pulled onto a dirt driveway, lined with palm trees. As the car passed some bushes with thick green leaves, I could see the outline of a house starting to form. I made out a large modern style glass and concrete structure with several balconies in the darkened distance.
“Luke, it’s beautiful,” I said in awe.
“I thought you’d like it,” he said. We pulled in front of the garage which housed some surf boards and other beach equipment. It looked well-organized and clean. I was sure the rest of the house would be the same.