Our Fiji

Have you ever found a place somewhere in another country and felt like they built it just for you.

For us, that place is Maui Palms on Fiji’s Coral Coast.

Here’s the story of our third visit to our special place. Our Fiji.

We walked through the front door and the atmosphere was electric. Not only were we over the moon excited to be back, but everyone at Maui Palms was excited to have us back. Everyone had heard about the “Re-returners”. The first couple to visit for a second time. The only couple to visit for the third time.

We spent 5 minutes catching up with Christine before heading into our villa.

The message on the bed almost made me cry.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room, drinking from a fresh coconut, when I said “It really does feel like coming home doesn’t it?”

He smiled, closed his eyes for a moment and breathed. “I’ve been waiting to come back here, so I could ask you to marry me”

My eyes flooded with tears in an instant and I managed to choke out a Yes.

I wanted to leap forward and throw my arms around him, but I was holding a half full coconut. I became surprisingly fixated on the fact you just can’t put a coconut down without spilling it everywhere.

After soaking it all in for a few minutes and some text messages to our parents and siblings we walked out to tell everyone the exciting news.

We spent the next 2 days lazily walking up and down the beach, kayaking at sunset and snorkeling the reef at the doorstep.

After Deanna & Matthew’s wedding, we returned to Maui Palms for another 3 nights.

The Boy went spearfishing just after dark with Sam & Tay and on our last night, the boys showed us around the nearby village, and cooked up the catch in a coconut shell bonfire in the traditional Fijian way.

So that’s Our Fiji. My words don’t do it justice at all, but I can only hope that someone reading this decides they want to visit Maui Palms too one day.