La Costa Brava
Posted By Aaron Wood on 5 June 2006
Slipping into the water from the rocks I was greeted by the prow of the wreck. With just the prow in sight and the rest of the boat angling down out and out of view, it almost looked like it was still, after many years, reaching for the surface. Once I had my fins on, I explored the cargo hold. Bags of something, cement maybe, were still neatly stacked. Or maybe I should say the contents of those bags were stacked, the bags themselves having long since rotted away. Wolf spotted a big grouper in the engine room, and Johnny found a nice bass that “would’ve made for a nice dinner indeed!” .
Swimming underneath the hull I came to the propeller and peeked out from between it and the rudder to see what was on the other side. The school of fish there spotted me and, with a decision that obviously occurred to all of them at exactly the same instant, darted away. Wolf and Johnny showed me underwater cliffs, swim-through canyons and caves during the next hour or so, and even Diego came out and joined us in the water for a while. But without the sun, we started to get cold after and headed for shore. We headed straight to the cafe for those fantastic core-warming post-dive refreshments that just seem to go hand in hand with cold water diving.
After saying goodbye to my new friends I threaded my way through picturesque little towns on my way to meet Adrian and Frank for a late supper. I reflected on how truly fortunate I feel to be able to enjoy so much of the earth that God has given us. Sometimes while exploring new places I feel like a kid in a candy store! With visual delicacies and fascinating cultural differences abounding, I often feel that ten lifetimes wouldn’t be enough to absorb a fair and balanced mix. I continue trying to experience as much as I can during this gift we call life. As the Moody Blues put it- To loose just a day, to throw it away, in the quicksand of time, you know it makes me want to cry.
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