Snorkeling in Cancun is probably the most popular activities there is. There’s plenty of places that offer this excursion, and I don’t think you can go wrong with either one of them.
The Cancun strip features the ocean on one side and a lagoon on the other – that’s one of the benefits to staying on the actual strip. It’s all right there. In fact, right across the street from the Marriott – literally a two minute walk – was the marina that took us on our excursion. We hopped on a bunch of tiny speed boats and off we went.
Did I mention that I’m terrified of small boats? There’s hysterical crying involved, because I’m absolutely terrified of tipping over. Above I’m doing fine, because we we weren’t going that fast as we ventured out into the deep waters. Then, as everyone started going faster, my “this is going to be fun” mentality quickly turned into a major freak out.
Mom got stuck riding with me, because no one else wanted to. Nice, right? I should’ve just stayed back at the hotel with my grandmother. At first, I drove our boat so I could go my own speed, which was basically slow motion. Then, I proceeded to get yelled at by my mother, because we were lagging too far behind everyone else.
We had a guide in the first boat, followed by my dad and one brother, then Josh and my other brother, and finally, mom and I. We were almost to the point where we couldn’t see them anymore. I freaked out when mom yelled at me, so stopped in the middle of the water and switched places. Despite what she’ll tell you, she did not take into account I like to go slow.
Enter hysterics and crying.
I mean, I freaked. All I could picture was us hitting a wave and flipping over.
At this point, we ended up so far behind we lost the rest of the group. We proceeded to spin in a circle (and almost tipped), before hitting a buoy.
Yup. Hot mess.
So, long story short, the guide finally came back looking for us. Meanwhile, the rest of the family was already at the designated snorkeling spot.
There I was, sitting in the boat, grabbing onto my belongings for dear life, crying, while my mother is screaming, telling me that we are not going to tip, and to shut up because I’m making her nervous. It was not fun!
So a few minutes later, we made it to the snorkeling spot. My dad, brothers, and Josh were already off snorkeling. I sat in the boat with my mom, trying to calm down, and the next thing I know Josh is coming to get me, begging me to go in.
My mom will not snorkel. She’s creeped out by sea creatures, so she sat in the boat with our stuff. Josh ended up convincing me to get in.
We saw so many amazing creatures – a lobster, sea urchin (which I held, FYI – be amazed), bright fish, coral, etc. I brought an underwater camera with me, which I still have yet to develop.
And let me tell you, today was clearly not my day. At one point, I accidentally swam into coral. I was unknowingly floating and ended up in an area where coral came very close to the surface. I just about had a heart attack trying to get away from it and into a deeper area. My only thought was how sharp and dangerous it could be to touch coral. I ended up getting nabbed in the butt (before finally lying flat and floating away). During this time, I swallowed a big chunk of disgusting salt water, and got laughed at. Ugh!
So after about 45 minutes of snorkeling, we, or I should say I, was done. This is when randomly, my mom refused to ride back with me. Since she didn’t go snorkeling, she wanted to do something “fun” and “go fast” on the way back. Apparently, I am no fun.
My dad stepped up and decided to be the “one to suffer and go slow.” However, I have to say, thankfully, my dad was a better driver than my mom (sorry, mom!). Although we still lagged behind quite a bit because I wouldn’t let him go super fast, he kept the boat so steady that it wasn’t that scary.
I was so happy when I saw land again!
Once we got back to the marina, I had to sit for about 15 minutes before we walked back to the hotel. I had tight pains in my stomach and my hands were tingling. I really worked myself up! I mean, holy crap, talk about giving myself an anxiety attack! Clearly, small boats and I just don’t belong together. I was more than happy to hang out by the pool the rest of the afternoon.
Pretty soon, we split up to get ready for dinner.
We all met up at the hotel’s steakhouse, La Capilla Argentina, which was absolutely delicious.
Stay tuned for more from Cancun!