I am still suffering from Post Travel Depression, so today we are exploring the "Best of Mexico" instead of "Best of Small Town Mexico."
Almost 10 years ago, I married into a very aquatic family. They've got champion swimmers and collegiate water polo players, surfers, spear fisherman and cliff jumpers. And they ALL scuba dive.
Enter me: land-lubber from Colorado who quit her college swimming class mid-semester.
Now, I should have had an ally in my mother-in-law, who also grew up a land-lubber. But, legend has it that, by order of my father-in-law, Guapo would drive her to her scuba lessons, push her out of the car with her gear, and speed away before she could say, "Waaaaaait, but I don't want to scuba dive." Now she's just like the rest of them.
The first thing Guapo and I ever did alone together was snorkel. Long story short-he had to haul me into the shore and then I threw up in front of him. Charming.
But, these days I am holding my own in this family. My only problem is that I get sea sick; if I forget to take my Dramamine (or sometimes even when I do), I throw up. I think almost every one of my brother-in-laws and Guapo Sr. have seen me throw up at least once. Charming.
Here in Mexico we have had the chance to go diving quite a bit. I am feeling a lot more comfortable 80 feet under the sea. And, I have had numerous opportunities to barf in front of family member AND complete strangers.
Here we are in Akumal diving with turtles:
I was also able to do a "cenote" dive." A cenote is an underground fresh water river. Or, as I like to call it: a PITCH. BLACK. CAVE. I have never wanted to do this, but Guapo's family came to Mexico and, well, peer pressure got the best of me and I did it. And I am glad I did, because I really like doing things that I don't think I can do. But, I don't really want to do it again. E-VER.
It is not a dive for the faint-of-heart. Being in a dark cave with little room to move is bad enough for me, but making it underwater with a ton of gear on had me a little antsy in a few spots. Here are photos of Guapo Sr., and my brave mother- and sister-in-law from the cave:
You can occasionally come up and find yourself in these kinds of surroundings:
I can't take it anymore, I have sweaty palms and my heart is racing. Hasta Luego!