Four weeks ago, we were doing this:
Now, we’re getting ready to do this:
That’s right. Team Martinez-Woznicki is going snorkeling in Key West, Florida, and we leave in just over a week. I cannot wait considering I’ve had this trip on my mind ever since that gloomy, foggy, drippy 40-degree birthday I had last year when I said “Next year, I’m going to spend my birthday swimming with the fishes!” And no, I wasn’t referring to a mafia encounter that would end at the banks of the Hudson River. I wanted rainbow-colored fish swirling around me as I gracefully zigged and zagged my way through a coral reef. The New Jersey Department of Education and I didn’t exactly coordinate our spring break schedules, so we’re hitting the Sunshine State the week after my birthday. That way Anna won’t miss a day of kindergarten. And that’s fine. Like always, New Jersey, I forgive you.
Will Anna actually wear her new pink flippers in the ocean? Hard to say…she’s picky about her shoes. Me? I’m ready to dive in and paddle around in any attire. My first and only snorkeling experience occurred in the Galapagos, a completely breathtaking event that felt like a long clip from a deftly-edited nature documentary. And my first and only trip to Florida took place in 1994 when I was invited to hang with my college roommate’s family at their condo in St. Petersburg. I flew down on my 21st birthday. My first legal public drink took place alone at a bar at Logan Airport. I ordered white zinfandel. Wimpy, I know. I don’t think I’ve touched white zinfandel since.
What are they pouring in Key West? I don’t know, but I’m sure it involves rum. I’ll be reporting from the Florida Keys soon, so stay tuned.