Venezuela, Learning how to Dive

Back then I remember each summer travel to Venezuela with my parents, and being to little to start diving but big enough to understand what I was a missing every time everybody, mom, dad, uncles, brother, would go to the beach for a diving session while I was waitting for them in the surface...Until the day come...

If I am not wrong it was the year 1996 when I did my Scuba diving course, back there in Caracas Venezuela, attending to this class where they woul teach me how to read the different tables, or security issues for a safe diving... containing all my emotion and excitment until the graduation day came, doing my final exam in the beach.

The place was about 4 hours by car from Caracas, so after the long ride me and my mother got to the place where I was supposed to do my final exams along the whole weekend.

The thing is that although I didn´t make everything perfectly, and almost drown twice because it wasn´t really clear for me what to do in certain situation I received my Open water Scube Diver license, ready to start a Scuba diving way of living that would last.... just one more sumer Hollydays!!!.