Listen to me. The human world is a mess. Life under the sea is better than anything they've got up there! – Sebastian, The Crab
Wednesday, April 25, 2012 (DAYS 52 & 53)
Who’s ready to punch a clown fish, drown a dolphin, use my flippy floppies to slap a sea turtle in the face, or maybe spit in the eye of a whale shark? I’ll tell you who, this guy. Look out, I’m king of the ocean after successfully completely my PADI open water diving certification. Ka-pow! The first time I sank to the bottom of the ocean floor after passing the four-day course I could swear there was faint music in the background. Let me see if I can remember what I heard, it started out something like, “the sea weed is always greener, in somebody else’s lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor. Such wonderful things are around you, what more are you looking for? Under the sea, under the sea, darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter, take it from me.” That’s right kids, call me a mermaid, no, no, that’s too feminine, just call me Ariel Princess of the Waters. Yes, that’s much better. I know I'm taking a page from Homer's playbook, but I have to agree with him. I recall the argument as though it was yesterday . . .
Homer: Kids, everything is going to be okay. We are going to live under the sea.
Marge: Homer, we cannot live under the sea.
Homer: Not with THAT attitude.
Who’s ready to punch a clown fish, drown a dolphin, use my flippy floppies to slap a sea turtle in the face, or maybe spit in the eye of a whale shark? I’ll tell you who, this guy. Look out, I’m king of the ocean after successfully completely my PADI open water diving certification. Ka-pow! The first time I sank to the bottom of the ocean floor after passing the four-day course I could swear there was faint music in the background. Let me see if I can remember what I heard, it started out something like, “the sea weed is always greener, in somebody else’s lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor. Such wonderful things are around you, what more are you looking for? Under the sea, under the sea, darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter, take it from me.” That’s right kids, call me a mermaid, no, no, that’s too feminine, just call me Ariel Princess of the Waters. Yes, that’s much better. I know I'm taking a page from Homer's playbook, but I have to agree with him. I recall the argument as though it was yesterday . . .
Homer: Kids, everything is going to be okay. We are going to live under the sea.
Marge: Homer, we cannot live under the sea.
Homer: Not with THAT attitude.
Graduating in an informal fashion, we jumped directly to celebrating with a BBQ Party at our instructor Alan’s house that evening along with most of the staff at the dive shop. German-linked sausages brought by who else but zee Germans, chicken, burgers, steaks, and a sad lonely little leathery pepper for the solo veggiemite were crammed onto the small charcoal grill after six, very manely men, got it lit. En fuego, indeed. A prime example of cooperative United Nations working together for the sake of BBQ, representatives from France, Germany, Australia, Honduras/UK, Canada/Cuba/Bulgaria, and myself the enigma with a Greek first name, German last name, born in South Korea that is an American national, I’ve realized that I have just found the answer for world peace, forget Coca Cola just throw together a massive BBQ Celebration. Nobel Peace Prize, I hear you calling my name. And, you’re welcome Planet Earth.
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