I’ve always dreamed of scuba diving, yet for most of my life I never ventured deeper than two meters. Even that small step only happened thanks to an extraordinary instructor whose patience felt almost unreal. They guided me through every fear, every hesitation, one breath at a time. Still, I remained most comfortable with buoyancy aids — whether in a pool or at sea — and my proudest moment was crossing a quiet Croatian bay, back and forth, floating on the surface.
This year, though, I finally reached 30 meters in the Atlantic. Not as a scuba diver, but as a passenger aboard a tourist submarine in Los Cristianos, Tenerife. And while it wasn’t scuba diving, it was far from disappointing.
For an hour, I saw the sea — and the ocean — from an entirely new perspective. What passed by the windows wasn’t dramatic like a coral reef, but it was quietly mesmerizing. The school of fish trailing the submarine reminded me of flocks of birds. The stingrays gliding past felt strangely familiar, like the cats and dogs we share our neighborhoods with.
In the end, I realized something simple: even from inside a submarine, even without diving gear, I was seeing a part of our world that most of us only glimpse from above. And that alone made the journey unforgettable.
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