Rarotonga. Ra-ro-ton-ga. Yep, that's a real (albeit small) place located smack dab in the middle of an ocean and where we are officially headed for the honeymoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I am just a tad excited, can you tell?)
As some of you may know, September is hurricane season (something someone who works in Disaster Relief knows all too well...hmm, who might that be? The future hubby perhaps?) which immediately cut out some desired Caribbean spots for the 'moon, so we started looking in Mexico and almost booked something there. But then, as I was dinking around on Costco Travel I saw a link for the Cook Islands and (she sheepishly admits here) I didn't know where they were, so I clicked.
Uh, hello? Like paradise on earth right next to New Zealand and miles and miles and miles away from everyone. With snorkeling, hiking, beaches, rainforests and beach bungalows all on a 25-mile wide island that has one road that goes around the coastline and one flight in from L.A. a week, I got way too excited about spending some time n the Cook Islands and it didn't take long to convince the Musa to ditch Mexico for Rarotonga. ("Night snorkeling???")
So, as excited as I am about the wedding, I am gloriously and deliriously excited about the week afterwards spent as a Mr and Mrs in a far away tropical land.
