Ignoring the obvious preposition issue, I knew this was where we had to go. I mean, look at those turtles. There are lots, and apparently you can swim with them! Right there, I'm a happy camper. Also, these turtles happen to be in an amazing destination - Bora Bora. Not too shabby, eh? (yes, now I'm Canadian. Just go with it, ok?)
I know, I know, it's a pretty long flight. Almost 14 hours, split between 2 planes, and none of it will be first class. Airlines are apparently pretty stingy with their upgrades and they wanted something like the cost of our entire vacation to stick us with the beautiful people up front. However, we'll be flying a red eye out of LAX and, from what I've read, Air Tahiti does a bang-up job in coach class. Also, I think Groomy is planning to drug me with Ambien and red wine. I'll pretend I don't know for now and con him into buying me a Kindle for the plane ride.
We'll actually be splitting our trip between two islands, Moorea and Bora Bora. We'll be staying at the Hilton in Moorea in one of those spiffy overwater bungalows:
Our room will look something like this:
Needless to say, we are so excited about what looks like the vacation of a lifetime. Assuming I get through the flight without any emotional or physical scars, it should be just that.
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