This one time in Mexico, I was undressed by a dolphin.
That sounds worst than it is. I can only imagine what kind of Google results I’ll get for this post. DOLPHIN SEX!
During my first trip to the Yucatan with my ladies, I was able to be a little indulgent with my money. I had what some people like to call a “real job.” So the extravagant $200 price (including a photo CD) with Delphinus didn’t deter me, and I’m glad it didn’t. Plus that whole silly H1N1 thing was going on, and my friend Ashley and I were eager for a distraction.
Meet the dolphins.
I was a little nervous. Dolphins are cute and all, but damn, they big! We were given a safety brief and instructions, equipped with lifejackets, and introduced to these babies in the dolphin pool.
The whole thing took about 45 minutes, and the trainer instructed from her platform stretching across the pool. We were given techniques to make them sing, dance, spit water, and twirl in the water.
Lookin' a little out of sync there, Candice.
DANCE PUPPETS, DANCE!
Please don't fall on me.
The best part, however, was when the trainer instructed us to swim to the middle of the pool (one at a time), float flat on our stomachs with legs extended, and brace for the dolphins to push us through the water.
She warned that the force of water might push down our bathing suits.
I bravely volunteered to be the first, struck a pose in the middle of the pool, and braced myself. I was hardly prepared for the impact of flying through the water at 32989232 miles/hour. Down came my bikini bottoms while I struggled to keep my dignity intact.
My attractive face
Makes for a good picture though, right? Kinda like that time I kissed the Blarney Stone and smashed my head off the rock, perfectly timed with the photographer’s snapshot of me wincing in horror and pain.
God I miss Mexico.
True love.
*One of the reasons we went with Delphinus was because of their environmental campaigns and reputable breeding program. They come highly recommended!
