I’m finally getting around to sharing my honeymoon with you! (Well… most of it, anyway)!
After the most wonderful wedding weekend ever, and smartly staying in our wedding hotel until Monday, Greg and I stopped home, dropped off our wedding stuff, picked up our honeymoon luggage, and made it to the lounge at JFK.
Then we relaxed… with a bottle (or two… ok, definitely two…) of champagne!
We flew Air France to Tahiti, then hopped on a puddle-jumper plane from Tahiti to Bora Bora.
We were greeted with such unreal views flying into Bora Bora… can you believe this is an actual place?!
It’s funny, with all of the craziness of wedding planning, Greg and I were so focused on our wedding day that we kept forgetting that afterwards we’d be going on the trip of a lifetime. So it wasn’t until I was landing in Bora Bora that it fully hit me… I was in paradise. With my HUSBAND!
Our visit kicked off with us being serenaded with music and adorned with floral leis… so basically the same thing that happens whenever we land at LaGuardia.
Our hotel arranged for us to be picked up from the airport, and Greg and I were expecting some sort of a shuttle bus or, if we were lucky, a luxury car.
Instead, this is how we traveled from the airport to our hotel:
Best airport transfer ever.
We were staying at The St. Regis Bora Bora Resort, which is also the location where Couple’s Retreat was filmed. If you haven’t seen the movie, the St. Regis has a special TV channel that plays it on a continuous loop during your stay, so you’ll have plenty of time to see it, if you’re so inclined. Or I’m sure you can find a more economical way to watch the movie than flying halfway across the world to the St. Regis. Up to you.
We disembarked from our yacht, and were greeted by our butler, Po, with a fresh drink and a tour of the resort.
Then he took us to our room over the water, which was certainly the most spectacular hotel room I’ve ever seen, let alone stayed in.
There are glass panels throughout the suite which offer views of the water below.
And views of the swimmers below, too!
Our room had its own private deck, where we spent much of our time either lounging or dining or just jumping off and swimming in the water. It was absolutely paradise on earth, being in such a beautiful location with the man of my dreams (Greg).
We kicked off our stay with champagne (are you sensing a theme?) and a splash!
That evening the resort had a traditional Polynesian dinner, for the sole purpose of welcoming us* to Bora Bora.
(*And the other guests, but mostly us!)
The evening finished with dancing.
And the grand finale had a very special dancer… me!
One of the dancers came up to me and pulled me onto the grass, asking if I was ready to go fishing. I nodded, not really knowing what she meant, but relying on my favorite travel mantra of “When in Rome…” She then told me to do what she did, and we entered the circle of dancers and began fishing… for men!
Afterwards, my sweet husband offered the compliment, “You were the best dancer there…” then added the funny, and accurate, caveat, “who wasn’t native!”
The next morning, we dove right into the day… literally.
Then we biked to breakfast, using two of the complimentary bikes that the resort has available for guests.
After breakfast we relaxed by the beach.
Taking advantage of the complimentary water equipment, too.
Then we headed to one of the resort’s many pools, this one deserted with sparkling water that was acting as a siren’s song.
Not that we were drinking sparkling water, of course!
The resort also has a private Lagoonarium where you can use complimentary snorkels to get a closer look at local fish. It’s essentially a massive fish tank, satisfying the many, many people who have dreamed of joining the fish inside the tank.
After a terribly demanding morning of swimming, drinking, and snorkeling, we treated ourselves to a late lunch by another of the resort’s pools.
And when I say lunch was “by” the pool, I actually mean it was “in” the pool!
We then retired to our villa (my favorite phrase ever), where we spent the rest of the day lounging and jumping in and out of the water, eventually being treated to a gorgeous Bora Bora sunset.
Most of our days, in fact, were spent in the same way, waking up to this view:
Heading to breakfast.
And then spending the day on our private deck, treating ourselves to room service and champagne while diving in and out of the water. And let me tell you, it was just as fabulous as it sounds!
On one special day, however, we decided it was important to see more of the island from a different vantage point than our private deck. Our butler (another favorite phrase of mine!) kindly arranged for us to take a private boat tour of Bora Bora.
Our captain, Manu, was fabulous, and seemed almost like a character out of a movie, with his long, flowing hair and swim loincloth. Yes, I said swim loincloth. He could do it all, from free diving to photography to snorkeling. And just when we thought we’d seen all of Manu’s talents, we realized he was piloting the boat while at the same time serenading us on the ukulele!
We stopped at several places, allowing us to get up close to stingrays.
And snorkel with fish.
Then Manu stopped again, this time to feed the sharks, who quickly began swirling the boat, allowing me to finally understand the term “feeding frenzy.”
“Want to join them?” Manu asked.
We laughed. Then we realized he wasn’t joking, and our laughs became slightly more forced. But we jumped on in, and I’m glad we did! It was such an incredible experience, swimming out in the open with sharks!
I swam with sharks in Bora Bora and lived to
tell blog about the tale!
Before we knew it, it was our last evening in Bora Bora.
We had drinks while watching our favorite sunset view for one last time.
And then we dined at the resort’s Lagoon Restaurant by Jean-Georges, which also has glass panels which allow you to see the water below. While you can get better food in NYC, you can’t get better views!
Then the next day, we boarded the St. Regis yacht and boated back to the airport, taking in the beautiful views for one last time… until we return, that is!
And, luckily, we weren’t headed home just yet, but to another island in French Polynesia: Moorea. Our honeymoon was just getting started!
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