To have been able to travel to the other side of the world.
To have seen the kinds of sunsets and sunrises that we have.
To have seen the white sands stretching far away, and to be able to walk where the water barely covers the sand.
To ride in a boat that parked right up on the beach where Survivor and Shipwrecked were filmed.
To do handstands and cartwheels on the pristine white island sand.
To snorkle in the clearest water and have lunch ready for us on the remote island (yes, even in remote places, there are even more remote islands).
To wake up and have absolutely no plan other than to go paddle out to a reef.
To have raised many a glass in toast to the beautiful scenery and the fantastic feeling of wonder in such a beautiful place.
My Hero Jann! The plan was to fly back to Rarotonga and stay in a hotel near the airport so we could catch the flight to New Zealand. We arrived at the well advertized "resort" and you could see us both cringe. It must have been paradise for the people who hadn't spent the past weeks where we had. We got to our "suite"...the colors alone were so bad....the furniture was cheezy, the remote was bolted to the wire bedside table with a cable!! and when Jann sat on the bed to call the front desk, it sunk in like a big piece of Texas toast.
I tried to smile, but I think I must have had the look of panic. This room cost over $300 so it should have been much better. Long story short, Jann managed to contact the first resort we had stayed at and we got a room there- thank God!