I just got back from the Thelma Wells “Ready to Win” cruise for women where I was a featured speaker. My girlfriends, Brenda and Allison were drop dead gorgeous in their formal night clothing. But don’t let this photo deceive you, we survived some strange adventures before we ended up smiling in a photo!
He showed us around the suite, highlighting the amenities. When he got to the bathroom, he pointed at some stains on the tile, “Don’t worry about those stains, they are going to replace the tiles later this week. It’s just that a woman died here last night and there was a lot of blood. But they cleaned up all the blood and it’s really no problem.”
Then he left.
I looked at Brenda, “Did he just say what I thought he said and was he kidding?” Looking pale, she nodded her head and whispered, “He said there was a dead body in this room last night.”
By the time we paddled out, it was a steady drizzle, but it didn’t keep us from enjoying the snorkel experience around the reef with beautiful tropical fish and bright blue waters! When everyone got back on their kayaks to go over to the shipwreck area, it was raining harder. Then–all of the sudden, the heavens opened up and we found ourselves in the middle of a STORM at sea! The guides were too far ahead of us and couldn’t see us. Visibility was limited and the rain felt like sharp pepples pelting down on our faces and legs. The kayak was taking on water and the waves were swelling bigger and bigger. We positioned the kayak to meet the ways head on to avoid capsizing. That’s when the lightening started. We looked down at our metal paddles and just kept paddling in tandem for shore. It was one of those surreal experiences when you find yourself wondering what your family would do if you were swept out to sea, struck by lightening or put in a psych ward because you freaked out over the trauma.
It took us only fifteen minutes to paddle out but almost an hour to paddle back to the shore. The guides finally got a clue and came back for the other two kayaks that were still in the storm and attached a line to them to get them back safely.
The final day was our big parasailing excursion in Cozumel. We prayed for it to be singularly UNEVENTFUL. We wanted NO more dead bodies or “near death” experiences. Just the intrinsic thrill of flying tandam 600 feet above the water in a parachute. As you’ll see from the photo–we succeeded in our goal, putting the “death” theme to rest in peace!
