The drinks were well deserved after I conquered great (and not so great) heights with Thomas. A (vaguely, emotionally) traumatic experience at age 12 has kept me far, far away from anything involving harnesses and carabiners. But Thomas really wanted to do this, and I need to keep up my best-wife-ever credentials, so I agreed. Pretty much all the pictures are of me because I couldn't be trusted with a camera while we were doing this stuff.
See the fear?! Trust me. It's there. I spoke very little while the helmet was on. I just gave this terrified smile and kept my mouth shut to avoid sounding like a total idiot (er, scaredy cat).
But I did do the rock climbing
and the rappelling
and the ropes course-ing, including a very small zip line. The short length of the zip line didn't assuage my nerves because for me, it's not about the height, it's about the edge, which is why the part pictured below was the easiest thing for me (no edges!).
After the helmet was off, I was feeling much more in my element with snorkeling (no photos of that) and then with tacos, beer, and margaritas. And with what we believe were our first tequila shots as a married couple. It took us six years?! Possibly we just don't remember previous experiences, which would make sense...
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Well, I believe it was before you were married, but I remember tequila shots. But I bet Ben doesn't....
I am proud of you, Elizabeth!!
That would be correct
good for you. i would have been petrified too.
I'm so with you: not a fan of edges! But it never occurred to me to look for an adventure course in Cozumel. I hope the fun and sense-of-accomplishment outweighed the yikes factor!
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