The Dominican Republic, and the Lewaa Resort, were everything and nothing Jim expected. They landed at a private airstrip where customs officials met them personally. Once they’d gone through the process, which turned out to be much less formal than Jim had expected, the quartet and their dogs were whisked away in armored SUVs to an opulent estate not far at all from the airfield.
What Jim could see of the island was stunning, although he’d have expected nothing less from a tropical paradise. All that paled in comparison to what he found inside the gates. Lush gardens, a golf course, and even soccer fields and tennis courts. He noticed some but not all of the facilities were in use, and Debbie grinned at him. “It’s just heading into the off season. Somehow there aren’t as many people who
