Originally, I had this vast, rediculous mexiphobia. To me Mexico was:
- Like a speedy gonzalez cartoon
- the food and water was toxic
- stepping over the border I'd be immediately rendered unconcious
- upon awaking I'd be either in Jail or home with my new wife consuela
- her name would be tattooed on my arm
- She would be 6 months pregnant with my child
- my wallet would have been lost at the bullfights, I didn't even attend.
About a year and a half ago, I ventured into Tijuana when
Hmmmn, I wonder what San Diegans think of Canada.
So, I'm excited to go. the trip was mildly spontaneous. But, put two Sun-Saturn conjunct Aries together and anything can happen.
As for the fins... It looks so easy until you try it. The pool at the apartment was a perfect place to start this process. Using fins is like regressing to some long-forgotten animal instinct. Unfortunately, all the while, your brain is analyzing the process and trying to help you evolve out of this desire to move like a fish and use your legs and knees.
The energy I expended in the first 15 minutes trying to walk underwater in fins almost killed me. My knees (problematic for about 6 years now) hurt on every kick. Granted, guru
This was further complicated by the buoyancy of the fins trying to drag my feet to the surface leaving me head under with my feet kicking purposelessly on the surface. this complicated the whole snorkel bit. I found myself continually aiming for the wall.
Note: When snorkeling for real...there are no walls or floor of the water container to stand on.
After about an hour I began to be able to feel the idea of how it was supposed to work and could slightly propel myself. The direction i was able to start to get a grip on was 'up' as by that time i was exhausted and hanging onto the metal stair handle in the fingerquotes"deep" part of our 6' pool.
I have about 2 weeks to try to get more proficient with fins.
More on this as it develops