On our first morning in Fiji, I started my day feeling a little disoriented. Waking up inside a mosquito net is a little bit like waking up in a dream. At no fault of the cabin itself, I had had a restless night of sleep—sounds of the jungle just didn’t put me at ease the way blaring ambulances flying down 2nd Avenue used to. So, when I woke up to this, I was a little confused for a moment: When I told Taupo that this was the first time we had slept with a mosquito net–and that I kind of…