In an unusual turn of events, I am up at 6 a.m. This is possible because Steven and I are on our bucket list trip to Tahiti, and French Polynesia is three hours behind California (and a mere 4,100 miles away). We arrived last night at the Fa'aa airport on Papeete, Tahiti's capital, after a pleasant 8 hour flight from SFO. We stepped out into balmy 75 degree weather, then were greeted by Polynesian musicians and ladies in floor length pareus, who most pleasantly took our immigration forms. A native taxi driver taught us some French Polynesian (aka Tahitian) as he took us to our hotel. We then lounged by the pool, cocktails in hand. Now I'm up early to have some coffee while I watch the sun rise over the Pacific.
I think this is going to be a most excellent vacation.
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