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US Tour Day 144: Key West. Again.
Today I lost a bit of virginity, something I didn't even realize I had left to lose. I went snorkeling for the first time.
The water was the color of a sea foam green Fender Stratocaster. I'd always wondered where they got off calling that minty–green–blue color by any name that had to do with nature or the ocean. The ocean where I grew up was always murky brown or dirty dark blue with a hint of filth. But the sea here is nothing like that. It is instead the caricature of sea that we dream of as children, warm and gentle with smiling waves and turquoise waters.
And, what happened underneath the water was magical—maybe even better. Rainbow angelfish nibbled at coral—I could hear the sound of their teeth scraping the hard surface. Barracuda slid along the ocean floor a few feet below me, their long, dark bodies gliding like smoothly spaceships through the watery outer space. Social yellow fish followed me, seeming as curious about me and my strange ways as I was about them.
This huge world of underwater wonder is so close—so attainable. Yet it has been intellectually far away to me. I see pictures of bright fish and I think about them like Americans think about every other country on Earth—they aren't real; they don't actually exist; it's a fairy tale! But, now I know! The cornucopia of life called underwater is as real as Surenam and Ivory Coast and Canada.
If you have not visited the closest thing to outer space, I highly recommend it. It's quite friendly, it's not terribly far away, and you don't even have to bring a passport. Plus, the natives will never mind that you don't speak their language—they're more the silent types, anyways.
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