We walked through the gorgeous afternoon to eat tacos at Chez José, and on the way back discussed snorkeling and diving and detoured a block to the dive shop and wheee, signed me up for scuba certification. Just like that. I have an orientation class Tuesday night and a weekend-long course in two weeks and then an open-water dive in New Mexico next month.
And I was so proud of myself. As we sat down to fill out paperwork, I said to the instructor, who was the charismatic instructor-type as well as the ebullient diver-type that I am not a strong swimmer, that I am just at the point I can blow bubbles in the water. I kept a straight face for about two seconds, enough to see his face, before relenting.
If anyone pulls my mask off in the water I am sunk.