For the second half of our Pacific Islands trip, we faced a tough decision: too many dreamy destinations (rough life, we know…). In the end, Fiji won us over—and really, how could it not? The only catch is that Fiji isn’t just one island, but more than 300 of them. Planning a trip here feels a little like assembling a puzzle while blindfolded.
We began on the main island, Viti Levu, settling into a bungalow along the Coral Coast. It ticked all the boxes: a pool, a gym, a game room (where the kids sharpened their baby-foot skills), plenty of space, and direct beach access. In truth, we didn’t venture far that first week. Between some much-needed downtime for Joey and the kids, and the eye-opening cost of excursions, a “bungalow retreat” felt like the smartest—and most relaxing—choice.
The beach outside promised excellent snorkeling, but the weather had other ideas. Winds kept the water choppy, and at low tide it was far too shallow. I gave it a try but quickly realized bumping into coral wasn’t the adventure I had in mind. Consider that attempt short-lived.
Instead, our most memorable seaside moment came courtesy of Teddy’s sandals. Near the house was a lovely little pier, perfect for sunset photos. One windy evening, Teddy managed to lose both sandals straight into the ocean. They took off like they had somewhere important to be. Naturally, guess who had to dive in and save them? Yep. Goodbye peaceful sunset, hello impromptu rescue mission.
Since there weren’t other traveling families nearby, the kids made friends with the local staff instead. Bill, one of the workers, even let them ride his horse and surprised them with small gifts when we left. It was one of those special, unexpected connections that makes travel unforgettable.
On the drive back to Nadi, we paused at a beach that looked like it belonged on a postcard: powdery white sand, gentle waves perfect for body surfing, and endless room for sandcastles. We soaked it in for hours before heading off, taking about half the beach’s sand along with us.
Of course, you can’t visit Fiji and not get out on the water. So, we booked a day cruise around the Mamanuca Islands. Imagine lounging on beanbags at the front of a catamaran, island-hopping like royalty. We stopped at a tiny sandbank in the middle of the ocean—basically a beach the size of a tennis court—and went snorkeling in crystal-clear water. Back on the boat, we discovered the joy of sliding down straight into the sea, and I gave paddleboarding a heroic attempt. For reasons still unknown, I could only spin in circles like a confused washing machine. The kids found it hilarious. Honestly, so did I. The day ended with sun, sea, and smiles—and, remarkably, we managed not to turn into lobsters. SPF 50 for the win! Fiji had already worked its magic on us.
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