My Trip to Mexico
The first time I visited Mexico was also the first time I went scuba diving and it was a memory I will never forget. This scuba diving experience was far different that what I expected. I expected to have a pleasant time swimming with the fishes and exploring the sea floor, which was still foreign to me. Not knowing what to expect I went fourth on this experience and discovered it was different. Having watched a flurry of action movies in which a superhero goes under water and has an easy time, I though it was going to be the same, however it was far from as easy and glamorized as shown. As I approached the water barefoot, the excitement that I held about entering the water and exploring it was replaced with a sharp pain shooting from my foot, which was the result of sharp seashells on the beachfront. Prior to going to this beach in Cozumel, I have only visited local US beaches that are known tourist spots. This was in a foreign country, and I assume the beaches have not have not been manicured to make the sand free of sharp objects; and my foot was destined to step on the largest and pointiest ones. Once I reached the water and put on my scuba mask and submerged in the water I realized the glamour associated with scuba diving is only for those individuals who are not prone to getting seasick and who enjoy total silence. Furthermore I realized breathing was not an automatic task underwater, it took a lot of exhaustive efforts. After being in the water for about 5 minutes and descending 10 meters, I started to feel the effects of the constant swaying of the ocean on my body. I slowly lost interest in looking around and became increasingly aware of the unease in my stomach. Assuming that the lower we go, the less the effects I hinted at the instructor to go lower; that’s when the experience whet out of control. As we descended 20 meters below the surface I could feel the pressure building in my ears. As I removed my fingers from my ear to signal the