It’s a match made in heaven, this. You on your pristine white ship, sails billowing, and these islands, so impossibly colorful, like a box of crayons gone mad. Wind Spirit is as at-home among Tahiti’s deserted motus and shallow lagoons as a tiare flower, and just as beautiful, furled or unfurled. Bliss knows no bounds. The sand massages your feet, warm water welcomes you like an old friend, ambition falls away as you watch the sun etch palm fronds on the beach. This is a place that is easy to love, difficult to leave, as so many before you have discovered. Come. Keep the promise you made to yourself so long ago.