When I say we went on a scuba diving trip to Cozumel let’s just let it be known that this wasn’t just your ordinary “sit-in-the-sun-and-hop-in-for-an-aesthetically-pleasing-pleasure-dive-once-while-you’re-here” kinda trip.
All these underwater pictures are all thanks to Del and Steve…thanks guys!)
And to be honest, although we did do this last year with just as much diving, (I knew exactly what I was in for), after the first dive I figured I was actually more one of the “one-dive-sit-in-the-sun-the-rest-of-the-time” kind of girl.
These were my thoughts on the first dive pretty much fifteen minutes after we checked into our hotel:
Man I LOVE this! I love this gorgeous world down here. And I love that I remember how to equalize and all that junk after being “off” for a year. Check out all that beautiful coral and wow, a turtle. This is awesome.
Hmmm. Wait. We’re down to 50 feet. Let’s stay here.
Wait. We’re at 80 feet. This is too deep. I think my mask is going to get kicked off and I’ll have NO idea how to fix it.
Ok, 83 feet is way too deep. (while hyperventilating)…I’ve got to stay calm. There are literally TONS of water on top of me and I’m way the heck down here and I’m freezing and I think dives should only really be 20 minutes instead of 45.
Yep, it was a tough one.
But I’ll tell you what, I changed my mind as soon as we surfaced, and I was ready for the entourage of dives we had planned.
I love that amazing world down there.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to swim with a turtle?
Or see the water from this angle?
I LOVE the bubbles. I think they’re so beautiful and peaceful as you’re checking out the wonder of what happens in the amazing underwater world.We saw like four of these big suckers.
We did another night dive like we did last year, but this year they dropped us at the right place and it was amazing. At one point we all turned off our flashlights and saw all the glow-in-the-dark stuff down there in the pitch black. Dave and I loved it.
On our last dive the plan was to do this dive called “Devil’s Throat.” Yeah, scary. It was supposedly straight down this black tunnel barely big enough for you and your gear and you’d come out at 135 feet deep. We actually didn’t find the right spot (luckily for Jen and I who didn’t think that sounded all that fun) but we did go so deep through the coolest huge, majestic underwater caverns. It was amazing…probably my favorite dive.This is an awesome picture Steve took with one of the turtles. I want an underwater camera. I think I wouldn’t have been as freaked out on that first dive if I had my camera strapped over my shoulder capturing things down there. I was so thankful Steve and Del had theirs.
And yes, we did get some good soak in the sun time too:
Enough to make sure I didn’t go home without my huge sun-induced cold sore. Ouch. It still hurts.
And I became a parasailer. (Dave opted out this time…he did it on our honeymoon.)
So cool to be so high above the water right after being so far below.
We rented scooters again and headed around the island. I know, this one’s cheesy. But hey, it was Valentine’s Day.
Del had his amazing wide-angle lens (thanks for these, Del):