That is definitely the best resort out of the six other ones we stayed in! The beach is just stunning, there's is a reef where you can snorkel (for free), there are plenty of activities and the facilities are nice and clean. The cave tour was so much fun, also just because of our funny guides and the village&school visit is definitely worth it as well! Other then that the service and food is awesome too! I have celiac disease and felt really safe and understood (I just double checked a few times). I'm really sensitive but I had no reactions at all. I had so much choice (even though I'm vegetarian as well)(Pizza, Burger, Curry, Stir fry,...) and when there was buffet night, they brought a whole buffet to my table (a big thank you to Mel at that point). All of the staff was really friendly and helpful. One of my favourite memories is actually the last night where we danced with the staff

I thought the most beautiful thing we’d remember from Blue Lagoon would be the water. I was wrong. On our first evening, as we watched the sunset, a small white dog wandered across the beach and sat beside our oldest daughter. Not beside us. Not beside the other guests. Beside her. She gently stroked its fur while the sun disappeared into the Pacific, and the dog stayed with her. We smiled, took a few photos, and thought it was simply a sweet moment. The next morning, we woke before dawn and hiked 45 minutes to the mountain peak for sunrise. The dog was nowhere to be seen during the climb. Yet as the first light touched the ocean, the same little white dog appeared on the summit. It hadn’t followed us up the trail. But somehow, she walked directly to our daughter again, sat beside her, and together they watched the sunrise. Then my daughter looked up and asked, “Mom… do you think Coco came back to see me?” Coco was our dog. She adored our daughter, followed her everywhere, and never wanted to leave her side. Years ago, she died in a tragic accident, and although life eventually moved on, some part of that loss never really left us. Standing on that mountain in Fiji, watching a little white dog quietly sit beside our daughter in the first light of day, I felt something I couldn’t explain. Not because I believed it was Coco, but because I was reminded that love leaves fingerprints on our hearts. Years pass, children grow up, and beloved pets leave us, yet somehow the love remains. Every now and then, life gives us a gentle reminder—a sunset, a sunrise, a white dog, a question from a child—and for a brief moment, it feels as though the ones we miss are not quite as far away as we thought. Perhaps Coco just wanted to see how much she had grown.