Parasailing

This is the story of why Matt and I had to go parasailing in Catalina.

In May of 2007, my roommate Alicia and I went on a cruise. Our first stop was in San Diego, and that night, I made a one-hour phone call to my then-boyfriend Matt. After hanging up the cell phone (which showed regular ol' service, might I add), I turned to my roomie and said, "I think I love him." That, along with the $500 bill that those 60-minutes of cell service pinging off a cruise ship incurred (oops), have forever cemented the $500 phone call in mine and Matt's relationship. Figuring out/finally admitting I was actually in love was worth every single penny!


The next day, our cruise ship stopped in Catalina. Alicia and I wandered the quaint little streets and stopped into the cute touristy shops of Avalon. Then, Alicia decided she wanted to go parasailing. I did, too, but my poor, starving, airplane-ticket-buying college student self decided I'd save that money and that experience for Matt. One day, we'd go to Catalina together and would go parasailing together, and we'd love it together. And sure enough, almost exactly five years later, we did just that!


Parasailing is so fun and relaxing, and the views are incredible. I loved having everything come full circle in a way as I floated hundreds of feet above the ocean with my handsome husband. I'm in love with him, you know.

THE $500 phone call of love.

Getting our feet wet! (Luckily, no great white sharks decided to jump up and eat us. They jump, you know. And I'm terrified of sharks, remember? K, good.)