Not Every Day is Totally Perfect

Of course we had to do some tours while on vacation. So we booked ourselves silly for the last couple of days.

One of those days involved a good share of time on boats.

The first boat ride was a catamaran. It’s on my list to go sailing. And since this boat did indeed have sails on it, I’m counting it and checking it off.  We stepped on a boat that was rocking. Not rocking as in moving but rocking as is awesomely good tunes were playing. LOVED it.  We were greeted by our captain, Mr. Miagi, I mean Captain Crash. At least that’s what he called himself.  He was also a man who conducted weddings. Wouldn’t it be rad to be married by a man who could karate chop you with his wax on and wax off moves while wearing a turtle hat?  We were also greeted by our personal bartender.  I forget his name. I was preoccupied by his hair and muscles.

The ocean was so blue. Something that you can’t really explain until you see it. I rode standing up on the front of the boat. Crashing through the waves. All the while passing sea turtles just trying to avoid us.  It was such a sight to see.

And then later…..we went fishing.

Now, if you have known me for any period of time, you will know that I have massive problems with motion sickness.  This motion sickness rears its ugly head at the worst possible times. But  I can tell you that this has not ever stopped me from repeating the things that make me so sick and I can also tell you that I don’t regret doing any of them.  Those times have often lead to beautiful things in my life.

A first date at a carnival, and extreme woosiness, lead to my highschool sweetheart.

9 months of woosiness lead to a perfect little boy.

Don’t get me wrong I frantically tried to find Dramamine before boarding, but came up short this time. I said to myself  “it’s cool, I’ll be just fine, no problem, I got this.”

Now…if you know my husband, he lives and breathes fishing and outdoor life. It’s pretty much all he thinks about and any body of water we pass at any point in time, he will be searching for fish. So, if he gets to fish for anything, even little bottom swimmers, he is a happy camper. And sometimes, I have to go along with it.

We went out on a little boat. We watched the sun go down and we watched the cruise ships pass. It was a beautiful evening. The sun went down and all the lights of the city were shining. It was incredibly beautiful.

And I would have taken pictures.

But I spent 3 hours hanging over the side of the boat.

Am I sad I went. Absolutely not. Am I happy my husband go to do something that he loves. Yes.

But will I go fishing with him on the ocean ever again?……not without heavy doses of medication.