But when I pledged to refrain from pictorially gloating about the details of our hotel rooms, I hadn’t realized we’d have a glass floor in our overwater bungalow, and we have a glass floor in our overwater bungalow. What can I say — willpower has its limits.
On that note, Eleni and I have decided stay here until we blow through all of our savings and the French Polynesian police forcibly evict us from our overwater bungalow. Mom, Dad, sorry you had to find out about this life-changing decision by reading my blog, but — as you might imagine — international calling rates are just astronomical here.
