For those of you who know me, follow me on Twitter, talk to me with any semi-regularity (or otherwise have access to my ramblings) know that I recently returned from the trip of a lifetime. Well the "of a lifetime" part remains to be seen because I'm pretty sure I succeeded in winning Jeff's approval over my choice of a destination.
Jeff and I finally took our honeymoon- 11 or do delightfully insane days and nights in Eden that usually goes by the alias French Polynesia. I'm taking full credit for the destination idea. I had always dreamed of going to Fiji. When looking for packages on my favorite last-minute deals travel site, there were no packages for Fiji, but French Polynesia was readily available. So an idea was born. The more I researched the locale and drooled over the obnoxiously turquoise lagoons, the more I could picture my chubby self in a teeny bikini running through the waves. Well, there was to be no teeny bikini (you're welcome) and no waves, as most of these islands are "motus" re: plots of land surrounded by lagoons that don't get waves (unless you are snorkeling in your very first *modest* bikini top but that's a completely different visual I'm not prepared to unveil)
Needless to say it is every bit like the pictures and postcards and like all visitors gush about. Better even. Well, maybe that depends on where you stay, but we stayed at The Pearl Resorts in Moorea and Bora Bora and have nothing but accolades for the locations, staff, accommodations, activities desks and free activities available. One of the best parts for me was how totally inspired I became. I wanted nothing more than to carry my little notebook everywhere with me and jot notes and witty phrases and funny happenings down for everyone to read. Unfortunately I SUCK as a writer in that aspect. I'm always forgetting said notebook so most of these neato pieces are locked in my itsey bitsey brain. Oh well. I don't have a problem being selfish with them for now. In fact, I became so inspired that Jeff and I have looked into residency requirements to be able to live on one of the smaller islands (Bora Bora or Moorea) for a period of time. I personally wanted to go all out and just try to become a French citizen so I could completely convert my NY days into "Island Time" and live out my life in a beach shack with nothing more than the rays and my old school typewriter to keep me company. (this all would take place a number of years down the road. I could never ever leave Simon and he would not do well in that climate)
Maybe this peace came because I'm a Scorpio, therefore a water sign. I'm not sure what it was. Never before have I had such an urge to immerse myself in a culture and where what I wanted more than anything was to give back to the people who gave me back something in that short time that I lived among them...my serenity. Even if it was only for the time being.
