Mexico is a country I love, full of happy and crazy memories. I spent a week in Nuevo Vallarta, a small portion of one of the largest bays in the world: the Banderas Bay Puerto Vallarta. I alternated between lounging by the pool and the beach, always sipping juice concoctions in the sun. At nights I watched dance performances, and then danced myself at the discoteca. The most memorable moment by far was when I went parasailing.
I’ve always been too scared to try it, the idea of being so high in the sky that you’re only a speck in it, the people below like ants. Many of my family members have parasailed, but I was never brave enough to do it myself.
However, previously recovering for two years from an injury that left me immobile changed my whole perspective. Because I was limited by my body for so long, I now appreciate any opportunity I have to try new things.
That morning, the happy-face parasail was just laying on the beach, waiting. I knew that was my opportunity. Though I was scared out of my wits, and almost crash-landed, I did it. I got to see the entirety of one of the largest bays in the world, feel the wind in my hair and shout with glee. It was one of the most breathtaking experiences I’ve ever had.