SCUBA Diving in the Cenotes of Mexico. I love the contrast of the perfectly blue water with our silhouettes.
I wouldn’t go skydiving for $10,000 or a life-time supply of frozen yogurt. Nope, wouldn’t do it. Why would anybody strap on a little backpack with a MAYBE-working parachute inside and jump out of an airplane? It’s ludicrous. It’s not natural.
However, when asked if I wanted to strap a tank of oxygen to my back and go explore an underwater cave, I couldn’t get my wetsuit on fast enough. I’d much rather be among the fishes than the birds.
While somewhat intimidating, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It was my first time cave diving (REAL cave diving, not a training course) and if I hadn’t had an oxygen tank strapped to my back, it would have taken my breath away. It was a first for many things that day, including my first time actually crying underwater! Didn’t know THAT was possible.
It was overwhelmingly beautiful and brought tears to the eyes of almost everybody I was diving with. I truly think God let me experience a tiny slice of heaven on earth that day.