As we left our little bungalow in Key Largo.
Monday morning, Labor Day, was a day I was looking forwards to and dreaded simultaneously. The highlight of the day: snorkeling, a 4 hour trip of it! Considering Graham had only went once in 6th grade and I had never went, I was ready to go full blown Dora the Explorer mode. Unfortunately after snorkeling we had to make the 6 hour drive home, in order to be at work the next day, so it was like a give and take kind of thing.
We had snacks prepared, a towel and oodles of energy. We stepped on the boat and things were good. It took an hour to get 5 miles from shore, all the while we stood at the front of the boat, eagerly letting the water splash all over our legs and, occasionally, faces. I sung songs from Celine Dion to Graham as we reenacted Titanic. It was glorious.
When time came to add on the gear, I was ready. We were given small life jackets, flippers, masks and snorkeling mouthpieces (whatever the heck those are called). When we were given access to leave the boat I was one of the first people off, Graham however was slow poking. As I watched everyone swim past me I couldn't believe there was a hold up, so I pleaded with him and then scolded him, ready to go. Finally we were off to the coral reef! As soon as we were there Graham kept hanging back, so I went off on my own as I scoured the reef for interesting fish and plant-life. Eventually Graham told me that water was seeping into his mask, so he couldn't enjoy a thing. I felt pretty guilty since I had been pretty selfish until then, so I tried to fix the mask, it broke! Woops. So we swam back to the all the way boat for a replacement. The distance wasn't exceptionally far, but enough to wear me out after making the trip. While he jumped aboard I just relaxed in the ocean, since the captain threw me a noodle to rest my feet on. After a minute or so Graham jumped in and we were off again. As we started to swim, I suddenly felt like the way back to the reef was so far away. Out of the blue (pun?), I began to feel incredibly nauseous. Graham, who had missed out of all previous adventures, was ready to make it up by searching now. I waved him on and couldn't fathom why I felt so miserable all of a sudden. He dove and inspected, having a great time. I slowly paddled over and took that stupid mouthpiece away from my face, it was making me more sick than anything. I explained how I felt to Graham, so he decided we should say a prayer. About 4 words into the prayer I couldn't hold back and retched all over.
Yup. You aren't legally allowed to touch the coral reef and I just threw up all over it. Yup, of course I did.
After that I felt pretty horrible, my stomach wouldn't settle and I kept feeling the urge to gag, but we payed $40 bucks and I couldn't just swim back! So onward we looked, despite feeling super nauseated. When the horn blew signaling us to get back to the boat my heart rejoiced. While Graham wanted to slowly trudge back I was on "full steam ahead" mode, ready to get out of the lapping waves.
Finally climbing on the boat was weird, the rocking, usually not an issue for me, must have paved the way for sea sickness because I spent the next bit traveling next to fellow ladies who didn't gain sea legs as we took turns leaning our heads over the boat to gag or whatever else.
And pretty much, that's what happened throughout the duration of the trip. I couldn't get the strength to jump off the boat so I stayed aboard for the remaining two expeditions. I really wanted to see the underwater statue of Jesus, but that was where the waves were the most rough and there was no way I was getting off. All in all, I was pretty disappointed (and even now wish I had of at least attempted to go) but I did manage to get sick at every stop, so who knows how miserable I would have been actually in the water. One time I figured maybe not having any food in my belly was the problem, so I bit into a cheezit and immediately threw it back up. It was a sad experience.
Different people took turns staying on the boat during the excursions after everyone seemed to have little blips of headaches, blisters, sunburn, etc. At the same time, everyone also had a pretty enjoyable experience. The first two hours were awesome for me! Just the remaining ones were horrible. On the boat ride home Graham and I actually put our heads together and slept. The whole day was very exhausting.
I really hope I don't have perpetual sea sickness? Is that even a thing? My father said, "oh it's all in your mind!" Wrong, it was real, I definitely feel more compassionate towards people with motion sickness now. (By the way, I never have it and Graham constantly does, ironically he had a great time minus a little spurt of nausea.) So now I'm ready to try snorkeling again. After this hapless adventure... Let's just say I need to redeem myself!
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