Mi nadada con los tiburones

I spent my cumpleaños on Saturday 60 feet deep swimming with four 12-foot long sharks three meters away. (Which I hasten to point out to every Señorita I meet - no need to mention the pesky “science” that white-tipped sharks are mostly harmless to humans. “Unless they bite your arm clear off!“) In my second dive, we saw a feeding frenzy on the ocean bottom where there were schools of parrot fish and others chowing down on the eggs of another species of fish. I also saw two eels for the first time. Ugly 'fe-os.

I still have this addiction to air that I need to curb a bit in the deep. It was a bit of a comical birthday because before my first dive I got knocked in the head by another diver's tank (among other things comical), but luckily not hard enough to forget the profusion of Spanish curse words that followed (I'm at least learning something). I had an enjoyable dinner with some friends (and found pumpkin pie!) and went to bed early because I had woken up at 4:30 to go diving.

I've spent every day this week on the beach, and it definitely lightens the mood. My favorite so far has been playa conchal. There is a part where you walk over millions of sea shells, and it is unspoiled. At Playa La Penca, an amiga and I swam to an Island about 800 meters out, which was neat. Pelican Island, read Bird crap island. We saw the left overs of a crab buffet, the birds don't seem to like to eat the pincers.

I can float easily without moving, so I've been using the ocean as one great water bed -when it isn't just one great aquarium. It's a great feeling to stare up at the sky and do -- well, absolutamente nada. Hasta luego.