Snorkeling

As part of our adult-adventure, my fam (mom excluded - she gets seasick looking at boats) tried snorkeling. After a nice boat ride past Millionaire Mile and into the Atlantic, we slid/flopped/dove into the water, complete with face masks, snorkels, and flippers. The fish were tricked into hanging out with us gawkers by bits of food tossed in around the same time as all of us.

From above, all you saw was blue water, pipes and butts. From below you saw brightly colored schooling fish and a bunch of white legs. Oh what the fish must think of us! The fish were stunning. I couldn't tell you names, but it was fun to float around, casually floating through schools or chasing down a particularly stunning fish. I was fascinated to watch flatfish swim on their side. But I couldn't dive. I guess my butt is too buoyant. Because no matter how I held my breath, aimed and forced my body down, my butt remained aloft. *sigh* I did however have much better luck with the flippers. Strangely, the flippers felt very natural to me. The movement forced me to use my dancer instincts to create something smooth from the hip. And unlike my modified doggy-paddle, these actually propelled me efficiently. I can't say I was a natural, but it was nice to be so aware of breathing slowly. Adding to the general zen of floating with fish in warm quiet water. Between the flippers and figuring out how to breathe without inhaling salt water, the hour passed very quickly.

(me and the Fashionista heading out to the dive site)

Hopefully some of the underwater pix will turn out.

on the iPod: "Pieces of the People We Love" - The Rapture