The rented town car pulled up to the front of a resort, located on the isle of St. Lucia. Attendants from the hotel descended upon us, grabbing bags, and making small talk with Dad as they directed us to our suite.
Already, I could tell the island was beautiful, and the picturesque scene in front of my let me think that this was going to be a comfortable stay. Why we were here, exactly, I wasn't sure. Generally if Dad was part of a golfing trip, he'd go to Mar-a-Lago if he was this far down, and meet with his business club. This was unexpected, but not out of the ordinary.
Our suite was ginormous, with an open feel, as the sunlight poured in from every window. You could see the beach was just yards out in front of us, the white sand very appealing after being in airplanes for clos
