Elina (ilmatar_b) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-07-04 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, jazz |
The Senderlea Villa, Barbados, Sunday evening
The Cadillac had been waiting for them at the tiny airport, after some 20-30 minutes drive they finally arrived to the luxurious and secluded resort. The main house where all the services were was surrounded by a lush, exotic jungle park-like forest where a handful of large, exclusive villas were scattered a walking distance away from each other to give privacy. They could hear the distant, soft waves at the white sandy beach over the trees, and the sun was setting into the ocean, but it was still warm enough not to wear a thing.
A neatly groomed and well-dressed receptionist walked outside to meet them just as Thomas parked the car.
"Here we are. As far as I understand, our villa is only a short way ahead from here," Thomas said and got up from the car. "All we need now are keys and dinner."