A little bit about Lisette.....

Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest I feel most alive surrounded by trees and breathing in the fresh mountain air.

When I am not working you will most likely find me spending time outdoors, volunteering with my church and exploring this beautiful planet with my family. 

This is my place to share my passion for life and to encourage you to take time to find the extraordinary in your life.

Moorea: a trip around the island


Vacation life is completely different from our home life. We arise early to see dawn break, eat a large breakfast, run around all day long and then fall asleep around the same time we usually start thinking about relaxing for the evening at home. Some of my favorite memories of our trip were early mornings spent alone on the beach while the rest of the resort slept. Oh how they missed out by sleeping in those extra hours.


Tomatoes Provencal, freshly picked pineapple, mushrooms, roquefort and baguettes were the mainstays of my breakfast menu.


For our first full day on Moorea we rented a car and cruised around the entire island. This was not a difficult task because the entire road around is 32 miles.


A cut out of the island acts as the road marker to show you where you are at. Islanders refer to it as the three toed lizard, while us romantics refer to it as a heart.


No matter where we go in the world, it is not too difficult to find our church to attend.


Belvedere Lookout on a picture perfect day.


French Polynesia is like the relaxed, younger sister to France. In French Polynesia most people speak French, and ride home from the market on bikes with baguettes. Overall, they are kinder than the French and more accepting of visitors.


All our exploring made us hungry, so we stopped at Allo Pizza for a little roadside wood oven pizza. We had the place to ourselves for most of our meal, aside from the cars that whipped by on the road behind us.


The manufacturer of all the delicious fruit juice we consumed while we were in French Polynesia. We stopped by and they gave us samples of every kind of juice they sell.


The road around the island was well paved and easy to navigate, much different than our travels in Costa Rica.


This is there version of a park, complete with picnic tables for eating on. Who needs playground equipment when you have the water to play in instead?


I call these underwater creations pencil shavings, but I am sure they have a technical name for them.


Everywhere you look it is beautiful.


There are several little churches like this, the first missionaries built when they came to Moorea.


The constant draw the entire time while driving around is no doubt this gorgeous water. I just could not get enough. Aside from sleeping, more time was spent each day in the water than on the land.


Pareus are the staple of attire for many men and women on the islands, we would call them sarongs and they are for sale everywhere.


This sassy lady sold me my necklace. I could not decide between the one I bought and this bright pink one made to look like flowers. I LOVED them both and really just should have brought them both home, but I decided on one with wooden beads and white and turquoise shells.

Moorea: a small island with a big heart

Getting away from it all, one shade of blue at a time