I’ve been feeling carsick for a while now, but haven’t been able to bring myself to say anything that may quash the look of glee on his face. I called Davey an hour ago to find out how he’s getting on with Christian. He’s airborne, apparently, although by the time his plane lands at LAX airport, it will be too late to set off for Big Sur. Davey promises they’ll be on their way first thing in the morning. We have a dinner reservation at eight, so set off to our rooms to settle in. A staff member takes us there in an electric hydro-vehicle, and as we head up the hill and round the corner, the sight takes my breath away. We’re high up on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Behind us in the distance are mountains and, in between, rolling grassy meadows and forests. I’m excited about staying here. I almost don’t see the Ocean Houses where Johnny and Christian are staying because their curved roofs are covered with a soft carpet of grass and wildflowers. I wait while Johnny and his luggage are seen to his room, and then it’s my turn.
