morning. They had driven for four hours to catch the boat to Guernsey. Then they had taken a smaller boat to Sark. where they had been met by a horse and carriage! Eventually they had arrived at a cottage which didnt even have a TV and there was certainly no Internet. Fizza knew that this vacation was going to be a complete failure! She was even looking forward to going back to school! However, there had been one thing that had made Fizza smile a little bit that day. As their boat arrived that morning, all the passengers had been met by a line of horses and carriages the island's taxi service. Their "taxi" was from "The Richard McIntyre Horse and Carriage Company and their driver was a tall man in his forties, with curly brown hair and a happy suntanned face. "Hi! My name is Richard McIntyre, he had said. As soon as he had spoken, Fizza had realized he was American. And I'm Imran McIntyre!" Pizza's dad had laughed. What are the chances of that!" "Weve come all this way only to meet someone with exactly the same last name!" her mom had said. And everyone had laughed, including Fizza, as Richard McIntyre put their luggage onto the carriage and drove them up the hill. "Are you from Sark? Fizza had asked him. shyly. Richard McIntyre laughed. "You noticed! No, I'm from the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. We came to live here three years ago. And where are you from?" he had asked. Ah, Birmingham a bit different from Sark. I imagine "Yes. It's big! It's noisy!" her mom had answered. "It's great!" Fizza had thought.