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My most entertaining vacation story is coming to you at my own expense. Complete and utter humiliation keeps a person humble, I think. And I was humbled on the third day of our trip.
George (who can feel free to go back to being Leon when he's ready....) and I went on a catamaran excursion. We were to snorkel and shop and eat and drink. All the things that are great ideas for a holiday in Mexico.
We had great seats on the catamaran. Music was playing. Drinks were flowing. The sun was shining. It was fabulous!
Then, the people who wanted to snorkel had to make their way to the back of the boat, and down into the belly of it to get their snorkel gear.
Once I started to move around on the boat, my stomach started to roll. I looked down into the dark belly of the catamaran and my own belly started to roll.
I told them there was no way I could go down there, and started making my way back to the front of the catamaran. I was depressed that I wouldn't be able to snorkel, but resigned myself to the fact that my only way of doing so would be to go down those stairs, and I was okay with my decision.
Then my dearest George comes back with gear for me too! We could NOT have gotten to our snorkeling location fast enough for me. My stomach was doing some serious thinking about pushing the eject button on my breakfast.
We put on our gear and jumped into the ocean, thinking that once I was in the water my stomach would feel better.
I got so sick. I started throwing up all over myself right there in the ocean. I was mortified.
But, if you look at the positive side, the fish were thrilled! They were on me before the first morsel left my hand-covered mouth! I was surrounded by big yellow fish, eating the goods I had to offer.
Isn't that delightful?
So, George was calling me to catch up to the group, since the current was carrying me away. I swam over, telling him about the fish that I had attracted. Then we snorkeled for a few more minutes.
One of the crew asked us to put our gear on and put our faces in for a picture. And we even bought it. I thought it would be a memory that would make us chuckle for a long, long time.
And then my guts were rebelling again. This time, though, my hubby was swift enough to stick his head under water when he saw me throwing up again. The fish were coming over to me again. Not only am I horrified at my own predicament, but now my husband is watching, under water. There were other tours in the same location, and suddenly, mid-heave, I hear a whole bunch of other snorkelers calling out to each other, "Hey, look at all the fish around that lady!!!"
And all of THEIR heads are also under water, watching the fish eat my breakfast.
By that time, I had started to panic. I was taking in lots of ocean water, and I didn't have a whole lot of faith in my life-preserver waist belt, and the catamaran and my group were getting further away. George is calling me to hurry up and get back with the group.
He could see the panic in my eyes as I had no control. I was TOTALLY losing it! I was using all my energy throwing up and couldn't take much more.
We called one of the crew guys over and he had to tow me back to the boat, and the boat had to turn around to come and get me. The people who chose to stay on were all watching. Then I hauled my sorry self up onto the catamaran and went back to the front, and waited to die.