Friday morning I rolled out of bed before the sun peeked over the horizon, squirmed into my bathing suit, brushed my teeth, and strolled down the street with my family to the dive shop. Pulling on my wetsuit was more difficult than pulling up pantyhose and a lot more frightening. I might have hyperventilated a little as I stood there feeling naked and exposed in my second skin (and a little claustrophobic too). I made a conscious decision to stop worrying about how I looked and to focus on the opportuntity to swim with manatees in their natural habitat.
Our captain did not make the usual "where is everybody from" tourist banter on the way to the snorkel site. She was completely unconcerned with making clever jokes or working us for higher tips. Her face lit up as she shared her love for the manatees recounting stories and facts. After calling us out of the water so we could move to the second location, our boat was swarmed with manatees. We ended up leaving late with little time to snorkel at our next stop since she was overcome with excitement and slid back into the water for a second chance to frolic with these gentle and curious creatures. We were the last boat back to the dock, and she said with genuine fervor, "I don't know about you guys, but I had an incredible day."
She inspired me. She does this every day, but she hasn't lost her zeal for the manatees. One of the things I love about vacation is learning from people and experiences. She taught me about passion, wonder, and joy.
Very cool experience!!
And I can relate to the wetsuit thing--had to wear one white water rafting last spring...not the fav part ;)
Posted by: Rindy | December 24, 2007 at 10:41 AM