Thursday morning, we were trying to decide what we wanted to do on our last day in Cozumel. I knew Red wanted to go snorkeling, but she was willing to forgo it since it’s not something I do. I said to hell with that. So we went back downtown looking for a snorkeling excursion that wasn’t an all day thing. We finally found a trip that was just a couple of hours on a glass-bottom boat, so I wouldn’t be sitting on the boat for eternity and I’d have a nice view. I think they wanted $35 each for that one, but we ended up getting it for $50 total.
They sent us out onto one of the piers for the boat to come pick us up. When we got onboard, I was completely freaked out. MUCH smaller than I expected, and the seating was literally a small bench directly against the side of the boat. As someone who freaks out over open water, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to do this. I sat there quietly for awhile, trying to calm myself down, while we rode over to another pier to pick a couple up from one of the cruise ships. By then, Red could tell something was wrong. She made some comment about my sour face and that’s when the tears broke free. She asked, loudly, why I was crying and, of course, that just made me worse. I ended up telling her to just leave me alone. She was asking if I wanted a life jacket, and damn near ready to tell them to let me off, but I just kept saying, leave me alone, I’m ok. Deep breaths.
I managed to calm down on the ride out to the first dive spot and I’m so glad I did. It was just gorgeous water and the breeze felt nice. I got to take some pretty pictures while Red got to swim with the fishes. And, of course, as soon as they opened the ice chest, I was the first to reach for a beer (I don’t even like beer, but it was the only alcohol they had and I was needing something! lol).
(gonna add to this later….blog is acting up)