About traveling, Buddhism and sheets...

I'm that kind of lucky persons, that choose from the beginning to become a dive instructor.

I remember the examiner, a German guy called Wolfgang.

At the end of the exam, he gave me a serious look and ask: And now, what?

And with the same serious look ( as serious as I can be...) I answered: this is my passport.

And there I went, 20 years old, 2 bags and my first destination.

Since that moment, I travelled for 16 years. I did a journey in miles and I did a journey inside my soul.

I moved every 6 months to one year, because the world is so big, and I'm so thirsty.

Every place showed me something new, taught me something amazing.

Believe it or not, for example, I have been living many years in Buddhist countries, and you learn that first, that doesn't make you a Buddhist ( Even if you think so) and two, you can be a Buddhist with the latest IPhone, eating Mc Donald and no wearing a bed sheet.

Then suddenly you stop travelling so much, and your head keep spinning and your feet still itching. And your favourite internet site is the PADI employement board.

And then you look around and you realise that you love where you are. It's just this learning thing that you miss.

The absorption of new. The stimulant different. The bizarre of been somewhere totally different.

Learning. You miss learning and you get scared to "unlearn" "dis learn" or however you want to say it.

You want the challenge of innovation or.... Trying to order a meal in Thai and get something totally disgusting. But you eat it, because you tried!

I miss learning.

So I sink my mind and soul in finding my new personal challenge, ignore what want me to be part of "the normal" "the typical" " the it must be this way" or "do it like this".

Orders are not made for free souls.

I decided to dive, because diving makes me free.

I decided to teach diving, because teaching makes me learn.

I decided to be a gypsy, because my roots are my family, and I can travel with them.

Namaste ;-)

Scuba mum

And I became a scuba mum.

So you wake up one morning, you make your coffee, and don't even know that your life is about to change forever.

You are so used to just go with the flow, pack your bags in 1h, take a plane, dive somewhere different, and start all over again.

And then one morning... You take the decision that will make pack your bags during one full day.

And in the middle of your regs and bcd, there is a milk bottle, and you wonder what happen.

I dived during my first 6 months of pregnancy. Many of them because I didn't know, and then, because I was feeling better going diving that staying dry. Then one day I got ready, I was nearly in the water, and my body said, not now.

So I stayed dry for 4 months! 4 months without making bubbles, 4 months without my everything, basically, 4 months pretty pissed of.

Then I look back now, that I'm back where I belong, and it was a mix of emotions (maybe hormones as well), that I couldn't control. I didn't want to loose my life, I didn't want to loose myself.

And I didn't.

I have a buddy that loves water, loves hanging out at the dive centre, loves to play with mask and fins.

I have a buddy that knows, that if he wants to have a happy mum and have all her love, he needs to share her sometimes with the underwater world.

I realised that you can do anything.

The passion is too strong, too powerful, too.... Stuck in who you are.

And coffee works really good as well to keep you going. Long sleepless nights, long diving days, games on the beach, and then all the rest that made you don't write anything on a blog for nearly two years.

But I'm back, hopefully for good.

Back underwater, back with my IDCs and back in the blog. 

Just here to share my adventures.

Barefoot is back.

Peace and love