Sleep with the fishes
Tuesday, July 11th, 2006Three years ago, when my husband and I signed up for scuba diving lessons, we envisioned it as a life-changing — or at least a vacation-changing — decision.
Since we had always been partial to beach getaways, we figured we would find ample opportunity to practice our newfound skills. Just days after completing certification, we hopped a plane bound for the British Virgin Islands, where we found time to hit the ocean bottom nine times in between other activities, such as getting married and enjoying our honeymoon.