Daily Life comes Back

Actually, I was quite happy that work started again and I wouldn't have so much time to sit in my appartment or walk around the beach and think about how much I missed my boyfriend already, even if he wasn't away for longer than 2 days at that moment. But something changed. Before, I had missed him a lot, too, but I always had the hope that he might come to visit me someday at Tenerife. And I hadn't known how wonderful it was to have him here and to spend 24h a day together with him. 

But well, he was gone and I couldn't change anything about that, so I wanted to concentrate in other things - sports, diving, paragliding, meeting the other girls etc. The woman from the diving school wrote me just the day after I had asked her for a second dive and told me that she would inform me if there was any vacancy. And the company of the Paragliding I had sent an email to answered me, too. I had to choose a day when I would like to do it, so I chose the 15th of november and hoped that the weather would be good. I was very excited about all these experiences I wanted  to make that I got better the following days. 

I still missed my boyfriend and I will always prefer to have him next to me, but it doesn't help anybody to sit at home and cry the whole day. So I started my Arab self-study again, did sports almost every day after work and enjoyed the weekend eating out and shopping with the other intern. The diving school wrote me that I could come with them on sunday the 7th (so THAT sunday) to a wreck dive in Tabaiba and I agreed. I had never done a wreck dive and it sounded very interesting. Furthermore, every activity was welcome to not being alone at home and having to much time to think about things. 

At work I started to become bored - there were hardly things to learn for me, I had to do the same things each month and it was quite monotonous. But anyway - at least I had internet at work and could do some research, watch videos or whatever. And like that the time until christmas would pass by quicker. 

So on sunday I started at 8:30 to my second diving adventure. I was as excited as the first time - you never know what happens and there's always a risk. But the feeling during a dive is so special and fascinating that as soon as I got into the water I forgot all that immediately. So after having packed all the things at the diving school we started our way to Tabaiba which is a small coast town 20 minutes after Santa Cruz. It was right next to the place where we had been diving the last time, and during the explanation of the instructor I found out that after our second dive we would even leave the water at the other beach, the beach of Radazul. 

So after having finished the instructions and having put on all our equipment we went to the beach with our much too heavy things. But as I already mentioned, as soon as we had entered the water (by jumping that time) I didn't notice any weight, I was just swimming. We started the first dive and I entered another world. We swam to the wreck - as I don't have the training for that I couldn't get into it, but my dive buddy and me could swim around and see the upper part of it anyway. It was fascinating to look into a boat that was full of plants and fishes and I started to imagine how it looked like when it was still "alive". 

After a while we had to return, do some security stops and finished our first dive at the beach. It had been great! I was curious what the second dive would be like. But at first we had to change the equipment and had a small lunch break. Between two dives I was always too scared to eat or drink something because I didn't know which consequences that might have for the second dive. And nothing was more annoying than having to go to the toilet during a dive at 20m! So I just sat there, chatted a bit with the other divers and enjoyed the sunshine. It was still wonderful weather and it was the beginning of november - that was something I still couldn't realize. 

So we were ready to start the second dive. We swam in a slightly different direction than the last time and found the "Diver's Memorial" which was a statue underwater, put there on purpose to be visited by divers. It wasn't as fascinating as the wreck because it was something artificial and it was smaller than the boat. But it was still nice. At our way to the other beach, after the memorial, we were looking for little seahorses, but unfortunately we didn't see any. So after 35 minutes the second dive was finished, too, and one of the best moments (after diving, of course) was there - taking off the wetsuit. That's the only thing I really hate about diving - fighting with that disgusting wetsuit every time. I always felt like a little child that is unable to take clothes on by itself. 

But with the time I learned some tricks how to do it, and taking it off was always much easier than taking it on. We had to wait some time until the others arrived with the car, because one person did the wreck diver course and they had to do some special things at the first beach, while we had gotten out of the water at the beach of Radazul. So we sat there, in the sun, wet, without towel and talked about our diving experiences and other things. I really liked the woman of the diving school. She was from England and was doing it with her son, they were both so nice! Maybe I would book another dive with them, if there was some time left during my semester. 

After a while I got home and was so tired - diving is something really exhausting. So I relaxed for the rest of that sunday and almost didn't think about missing my boyfriend at all. I was just happy about my wonderful experiences. 

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