For example, when I visit Santa Cruz I do not dare to go in the water because it is numbingly cold, but in Mexico the water is enjoyable at a lukewarm temperature. The stairway leading down to the beach felt like a mile long, but it was worth it once we got down. There was not much room to stand if not in the water; the tide came right up to the first step of the stairs. Since the waves slammed up against the big rocky cliff, it would drag down many small rocks onto the sand that made it painful to walk on. Once we pushed off the sand and began swimming it was very relaxing; the repetitive sound of the waves crashing gave me sense of comfort. The loud rawr of the jet ski was enough to wake me from my trance and flip relaxation into pandemonium. Riding the jet skis to the rhythm of the waves was a blast. We also took a ride on a luxurious yacht that brought us to an interesting …show more content…
The water surrounding the cave was a little repulsive, there were many bugs and some trash floating, but we ignored it. The journey into the cave was the more difficult part; we needed to time it just right so that our heads would not smack the top of the small tunnel leading to the open cave. The inside of the cave was very unique. Looking into the water I saw many different types of fish, but looking up I saw a vast variety of strange plants. I wished we were more isolated, but unfortunately the ruckus of a tour group following close behind was taking away from the essence of its beauty. By the time we left, I had a new-found appreciation for the ocean; ordinarily it would terrify me because of my unnecessary fear of sharks, but I grew to appreciate the mystery of the