Caribbean
I was hostage to a group of wave-thirsty surfers who bought a ticket for me to a secret destination. My first glance out the window told me we were arriving in the Caribbean, but from the moment the plane touched the ground to our final destination it was a series of turns I could not remember if my life depended on it.
Arriving at the beach I saw the blurred shape of a perfect blue barrel, which is what we would all be surfing for the next few days. I had no clue how I got there or how to get back home, but looking at what was in front of me, leaving was the last thought on my mind.