Back From Carribean Cruise
Quickly, I want to note that snorkeling feels like flying.
I have a slight phobia (and by slight phobia, I mean occasionally paralyzing fear) of drowning and heights. So, get me in an inflatable raft over deep and clear (and by clear, I mean able to see how high I am from the bottom of the lake) and my heart jumps with anxiety at having my lungs flooded with water while I plunge (if slowly) to my death. But with a swimming noodle and a life vest blown up like Sponge Bob Squarepants balloon at my nephew’s birthday party, I felt comfortable enough to gaze down from the great height of the ocean’s surface upon rocks and coral and fish.
Jody says:
May 1st, 2005 at 4:24 pm
This “slight phobia” works in your favor at times. For those of you who don’t know, ask him how many times it took him to get up on waterskis. Then ask him how many times it took him to get up AND stay up on waterskis. Did I spell that right?