Ok, so they were seals but someone a long time ago probably thought they were mermaids and that’s good enough for the purposes of this posts.
I’m not going to lie, I was super excited about this. By super excited, I mean that I was swee-ing all the way to the seals. Also, I just wrote sqeals which is kind of a pun.
I didn’t start panicking until I was in the middle of the ocean which I take as a success (although clearly my self preservation instincts are rusty). Of course I chose to snorkel for the first time in the middle of the ocean with wild animals BUT IF I DIE, I DIE. Snorkeling reminds me kind of hyperventilating which is where the panic came in, but I overcame and kind of just let go. The ocean took me and I actually enjoyed seeing the seals dance around me. The waves were a bit choppy and I swallowed a large volume of salt water, but I had a lot of fun.
My husband, in the other hand, did not feel the same. This feeling was most aptly expressed in the large volume of vomit he expressed at the end. The marine has no sea legs.
Here are my sad photos of the seals.