Fiji, 2013

When my daughter was 4 months old, my husband found himself between jobs, so we decided to take a trip to Fiji.

The flight was easy as we had a cot for the little one, inadvertently leading to more legroom on the plane too.

We stayed at the Hilton at Denarau that had a couple of swimming pools overlooked by the breakfast restaurant. From our very comfortable villa we had a view of the beach and our daughter was a very happy baby in her second home with air conditioned controlled temperatures.

She also liked the mirrors in the fancy bathrooms, especially the looking glass; and the ground floor balcony area with comfortable couches that she could roll around on in the fresh air. We both enjoyed the hammock put up on two trees just out the back of the villa and the colourful flowers on the path to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, our daughter was a hit. We had not booked a babysitter, but as soon as we came down for a meal, she was whisked away by the hostess and taken to see the friendly kitchen staff. It was heaven to be able to enjoy a meal together and our daughter was always returned happier when we had finished eating.

She had her first swim ever in the kid’s pool. Unsure at first, our daughter grew to enjoy it over the course of the week. The weather wasn’t too hot, so we made use of the deck chair service for lunch times and it was a short easy walk back to the villa if we needed anything.

One day, we took a Baby Bjorn trip on the Bula bus to the port for a lovely seafood meal in a local café called Lulu’s. On another we took our daughter for her first swim at the beach, which she seemed to enjoy much more than the pool.

But the best part was the firelighters that ran by the room lighting torches at sunset. She just could not take her eyes off the flames.

After such stimulating days, our daughter was always easy to put to sleep so my husband and I really felt like we had a holiday ourselves as we enjoyed rest time in the evenings.

Before we were ready to leave, it was time to take the golf cart to the hotel lobby, check out and fly home. Back to the reality of a new job for my husband and no handy helpers at dinner time.

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