Each time you scuba dive, you fill out a page in your diving log book. You list the date, depth, visibility, and name of your buddy. Scuba was one way that Brian got me interested in visiting Tunisia in the first place. But as the diving day approached, I got a little nervous. I hadn't gone into the depths for two full years, and was worried I'd forget the hand signals or how to deflate my vest or, you know, breathe. Most things that are mildly scary and also exhilarating, and so it was with the shipwreck dive in Monastir. After a mild freak-out at first, I remembered how to breathe and stopped feeling cold and started to notice the little fish peeking out of the wrecked fishing boat, covered with tiny sea plants and lit by sunbeams shining through the water.
We had peeled off the head to toe neoprene and shivered as we got in the van.
"There should be a log book for life," Brian said as I scribbled in the depths of our dives and the amount of air we used up. And he's right - how great would it be to complete a page for every little achievement? Every significant event? What would you include, anyway? Maybe this blog is my log book for expat life.
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