Keep Your Eyes on the Horizon (My Out of Shape Studio Part 4)

hginthesea.wordpress“It’s for five days” my husband announced as he showed me the tickets to Mexico. He’d checked out a travel agency on his way home from work. (Remember travel agencies? Yeah, me neither…this story is from 1997.) With tickets in hand, we dug out our suitcases and made plans to scuba dive for five days. My husband and I had both taken scuba diving courses while in the military, however, the most exotic dive we’d been on was in the murky waters of Lake Ontario to find a sunken ship. Dream sightings of coral reefs and colourful fish danced in our visions. The travel agent had told my husband where there was a great scuba club. After a plane ride that seemed to last 12 days, we made it to our destination. We found the scuba club, and enjoyed three glorious days scuba diving. On the fourth day, the sea was a bit rough. I had spent time in Newfoundland as a child, and was pleased to discover that the salt water still ran through my veins. My husband…not so much. Oh was he sea sick. The instructor told him to “keep your eyes on the horizon”. So while I held on to my seat and enjoyed the roller coaster ride, my husband desperately searched for the horizon. It helped. He was able to “find his legs” later in the day and enjoy a nice dive with a sting ray and shark sighting, which were highlights of the trip for him.  If he had not been told to keep his eyes on the horizon, he would have missed the next few dives, which were the most spectacular and the most memorable. Continue reading…