Holiday Of A Lifetime
Part 1 - Seahouses Bay
- Cover
- 1 - Dysfunctionality
- 2 - Rude Awakening
- 3 - Financial Wrongs
- 4 - Ticket to Where?
- 5 - Smooching with Woo-Who?
- 6 - Passports Please
- 7 - New Arrivals
- 8 - Xavier
Part 2 - Isla del Granita
- 9 - Work It, Own It
- 10 - Strange Stirrings
- 11 - Retail Therapy
- 12 - Dinner for One
- 13 - Xavier
- 14 - Skinny Dipping
- 15 - Xavier
- 16 - Culture and Cuisine
- 17 - Xavier
- 18 - Biscotti Bliss
- 19 - Xavier
- 20 - Morning Sickness
- 21 - Smugglers' Bay
- 22 - Xavier
- 23 - It's Not the Fall ...
- 24 - Xavier
- 25 - Not That Kind of Girl
- 26 - Xavier
- 27 - Smugglers' Cove
- 28 - That Kind of Girl
- 29 - Demons
- 30 - Storm Clouds
Part 3 - Westhouses
Part 4 - Seahouses Reprise
- 33 - Home at Last
- 34 - Breakfast Plans
- 35 - Outstanding Bills
- 36 - Planning an Invasion
- 37 - Financial Rights
- 38 - New Beginnings
- 39 - Mile High
- 40 - Epilogue
Bonus - Melissa's Tale
7 - New Arrivals
Analise watched the speck of land in the middle of the clear blue ocean get bigger and bigger. As the plane descended, she saw the island was divided by a north-south ridge with a central mountain (probably volcanic in origin she thought). The smaller west side was densely forested steep slopes, falling to high sea-cliffs, with no obvious habitation. The much larger east side was mainly hilly scrub land with stunted trees inland, bordered by a lush, tropical coastal fringe. There were two large sandy bays and numerous small, isolated coves. She could see a large lake (probably hydro-electric she thought) surrounded by trees, in a natural bowl, below the mountain peak. It was at the top of a densely-farmed valley that ran down to the coast, where she could see the airport. As the plane came into land, she could make out hotels and fishing villages around the bays, and numerous hamlets in the fertile valley.
"Miss, you need to put your seat-belt on and your bag under the seat", the steward said, "I'll take that for you", he added, removing the sick-bag.
Analise as Annie Fernandez waltzed through the air-conditioned passport control, baggage reclaim and customs areas. As she exited customs and into the arrivals hall she almost collapsed - the afternoon sun was blinding, the heat oppressive and the humidity stifling - she was seriously over-dressed.

There were a row of drivers holding name cards, she'd always wanted to see her name on one of those cards. She squealed when she saw that the smartest driver, or, more accurately, chauffeur, was holding up a card that read 'Ms A Fernandez'.
