Driving at random seems to work. This morning Kadizzle drove into a golf resort. Decided to have breakfast. In the dining room there was no one but a pretty little French girl who was the waitress. She recommended scrambled eggs. With her accent and mine communication was difficult, but Kadizzle was overcome by the scenery. Never had breakfast in such a wonderful spot. Decided to sit out on the veranda. There was the most amazing landscape. A volcano in the background, a long white sand dune, and of course a vast stretch of the Pacific ocean. After the wonderful breakfast the waitress brought me a little bakery treat. The entire time Kadizzle was there all he could think of was Sam's dad Steve golfing. Steve would think he had died and go to the afterlife to golf in such a heavenly place.
High on the amazing terrain Kadizzle drove on out the peninsula. As if the golf course were not stunning enough Kadizzle managed to come upon an amazing beach. The beach was postcard perfect, and not a soul around. Each beach makes Kadizzle think of Sylvie and her love for the water. While Steve is in heaven golfing, Sylvie could be in Heaven with the waves breaking over her. When the lottery money comes in there will be a family vacation here.
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