I’ve lived in Guam for about a month and a half now.
From what I’ve heard about enjoying life on the island, it just seems smart to develop a healthy relationship with the Philippine Sea and the Pacific Ocean from the get-go. Call it insurance against deciding that I hate it here (as if the sunsets aren’t enough).
I don’t think I could dislike Guam if I tried. But as long as I’m young and resilient and adventurous (I’m told that one day I’ll be old, tired, and boring) I might as well try as many new exploratory things as possible.
That, and my husband told me that getting dive certified was a non-option once I moved out here.
So. The dive shop, one of my new favorite places, threw me into a class with five big military guys and wished me the best of luck. I haven’t needed luck yet…
It’s like skydiving (the BCD even feels like the harness skydivers wear), only superslowmotion and down, not up. Worth the sunburn.
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.