Diving In

This weekend we welcomed the beautiful weather by having drinks outdoors at our local pub {because everyone needs a watering hole to call their very own}. We stood outside having white wine on the sidewalk before heading home to a dinner of tzatziki and shrimp saganaki. That was about all the time we spent physically outdoors sans a few errands and the gym, as we hunkered down for some good old fashioned studying.

It might sound terrifying or tremendous, depending who you talk to, but it’s true! We’re working our way towards our scuba certification to dive in a few weeks off the coast of Thailand. We did an intro dive in St. Lucia last summer {go! it’s marvelous, and stay at Jade – the people are wonderful}. I was appropriately nervous but — ever the learner and a closet daredevil — wanted to give it a go. It turned out to be quite beautiful {we swam with a school of fish!} and one of my favorite memories from our week on the island.

Fast forward nine months, and we’re at it again. We’re learning through the London School of Diving. Once we finish the online PADI course this week {it’s about 12-15 hours of studying and tests}, we’ll do our confined water training. That’s next Saturday, and then we’re prepped for taking our open water dives in Koh Samui. It’s been fun to learn something completely new for the both of us, together. I feel so lucky to be sitting side-by-side on our sofa going through lessons and taking tests, talking out the science behind diving and how to properly descend with your buddy {luckily, he’s mine and is very studious}. It’s a decent-sized time commitment, but diving isn’t something to take lightly. I appreciate the extra effort and am excited for being Cousteaus very soon. x

Post-diving, appropriately soaked with face mask imprints, and with the biggest grins.