Picture this: a tiny island, no cars, just sandy roads that are more like paths, really. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone and it’s empty have the year as the tourists head home), and the pace of life is dictated by the gentle ebb and flow of the Caribbean Sea.

Out of Santa Monica and through Malibu was beautiful, it was a really nice way to start the drive. I was driving that morning, and about twelve, we went to pull off the main highway to try and drive along a bridge to a private island we saw, unfortunately it was a proper private island and we were thwarted by the large iron gates!!