By Marlise Kast-Myers
From Tribune News Service
In 2018, I traveled solo to the French Polynesian islands. By day I surfed, snorkeled, sailed, and swam, stopping only to sleep in an over-the-water bungalow on stilts. On my final night, I lay belly-flat, face peering through the glass-bottomed palapa as neon fish darted between pylons and coral gardens. That’s when I vowed to return someday to this living postcard with my husband, Benjamin.