The South Sea Islands are great cannibals; they have eaten portions of the hearts of many of their visitors who will never be wholly at home anywhere else again. What is their appeal? Is it the submerged feeling in all of us that life in the islands is free from care, where even the poor are happy?
Which is the title of a book by Roderic Owen. "Where The Poor Are Happy" is a bit long in the tooth as it was published in 1955 but it resonates with those who seek the real Eden, the physical Eden, as much today as it did fifty years ago.
If home is where your heart is, where will your heart be after you've been to VILLA MAMANA on tropical Telekivava'u?