I was always told that I’d never be able to dive because of my ears. AD, the diving instructor, had been using a special earplug for years. He makes them to allow the pressure to change while keeping water out. He made a pair for me and they worked a treat!
I earned my open water certification today.
As a kid, I was fascinated with diving a shipwreck. Now I can. Well, I’ll need further certification, but I’m *able* to make this dive.
My old passport is now a souvenir. The new one is empty, giving me nothing to read while standing in a customs line and nothing to bring a smile to my face when I recall a trip memory. I was two squares away from filling it – too many drives to Canada sans stamp, I suppose. Here’s to the next decade!
Things NOT to do when staying in a small space/ tiny apartment with other people:
*Put your shoes under the radiator.
*Leave wet towels on the (only) bathroom floor.
*Use all the hooks in the (only) bathroom for your dirty clothes.
*Leave dirty dishes on the counter, island, and in the sink.
*Not throw empty yogurt containers in the trash.
*Not rinse wineglasses so they get smelly and stained.
Things NOT to do when traveling with other people:
*On a cold day when car windows can’t be opened, take you shoes off in the car.
*Change the GPS route en-route without telling the driver. Or, if driving, don’t listen to the GPS when it’s routing you away from a traffic jam, thinking you know better.
*Continually reference someone’s dietary restrictions at every meal stop/dining opportunity.
In twelve hours, I’ll be at the airport. The hardest part will be leaving the house, leaving the cats. I have an excellent catsitter, it’s more the idea of leaving them. Once we leave the house, things’ll be easier.
Until then, stay amused:
And the Piece de resistance:
If you only watch one, watch this one. You will never hear this song in the same way.
I went to Germany for two weeks at the end of November. The most meaningful part of it was a short email, sent very early Thanksgiving day. Along with the simple sentiment of “Happy Thanksgiving”, it detailed the happenings of Thanksgiving prep and the schedule for the day — no earth shattering news, nothing to save the world, just words describing what could have been happening in nearly any household in the states. Those words brought me home for a moment, brought me away from the hectic and mildly uncomfortable surroundings enveloping me, and meant so much to me. Nothing beats a letter from home. Thanks, Dad.
Ice bar at Red Square, in Mandalay Bay. The vodka in the glass is from Kazakhstan (i believe), not the bottle pictured.
From Mix Lounge, atop THE Hotel.