You've finally arrived at the homestay you booked earlier: a traditional two-story house. Going through the morning glory gate, you see a guy only about 17 years old sitting on the front porch eating ice cream. His face was red from the late summer afternoon heat, the sea breeze blowing his fluffy blond hair. With a white shirt and linen shorts, he is as full of life as this island. He then stood up and waved to you.

“You're the one who rented the homestay for next week, right?”