I went to French Polynesia 5ish years ago. Tahiti, Moorea, Bora Bora. It was a great vacation, once in a lifetime. One of my favorite memories (maybe not *the* favorite, and not the reason we went there) was going to the local congregation's meeting on an island whose name I can't even remember. To meet members, see how things work elsewhere, and feel the spirit literally on the other side of the world with people of a very different culture, and to be welcomed there like we were, ahem, brothers and sisters, was great. I'm frankly sorry when travel plans disallow us from doing this.

I didn't always feel this way, though, but learned to love it.