We landed in Tahiti with less than 24 hours to make the most of the most famous French Polynesian island before heading home.
We stayed at the Tahiti Pearl Beach Resort, which was a nice hotel, but after having amazing experiences in huts over the water, it really didn’t compare to our other French Polynesian hotels.
But our room did have a private hot tub with a view of the ocean, so it wasn’t all bad!
After checking in, and checking out the hot tub, we wandered over to the hotel’s infinity pool for lunch.
Where we were treated to views of the resort’s aqua spin class.
And, even better, whale sightings.
(No, no, no! To be clear – I’m not talking about the aqua spinners! We actually saw whales surfacing in the ocean)!
And those whales that we saw were, unfortunately, more than we’d seen while trying to swim with them in Moorea!
After lunch, we put on our suits and made the most of the black sand beach the hotel opens up onto.
Then we hopped in the pool for awhile too, just to make sure we experienced all the hotel had to offer. We’re quite the well-rounded travelers, as you can clearly see…
When the sun began setting, we headed back to our room to get ready for dinner, spending most of our time on our private balcony, watching the colors change.
Then, when there was still a little bit of light, I dragged Greg downstairs to take a few more pictures.
(No need to pity Greg, he knows who he married)!
It was a stunning view, and I tried not to become sad knowing it was our last Tahitian sunset… hopefully not ever, but for this trip at least.
As with most hotels in French Polynesia, the Tahiti Pearl Beach Resort hosted a Polynesian dinner, complete with traditional dancing.
Because apparently I’ve developed quite a reputation for Polynesian dancing, they pulled me* onto the dance floor for a special performance.
(*and every other female between the ages of 3 and 93).
But I wasn’t the only one who danced!
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present: The Prince of Polynesia, the Titan of Tahiti, the Director of the Dance, and, most importantly, the Husband of Ashley…
(Please, no autograph requests).
The next morning at the airport, after I was taken into a back room for a further security inspection and my darling husband took himself… to the first class lounge, we boarded our Air France flight to head back home.
And the last view I got of French Polynesia… was in Disney’s Moana that I watched on the plane.
Best. Honeymoon. Ever.
With the best husband ever (Greg).
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