In the middle of summer, another crazy idea popped into my sick head: I really wanted to go skydiving. Apparently, the lack of active leisure and dangerous adventures took its toll, and my body demanded a dose of ADRENALINE. My brain chimed in and said: "Why not try skydiving?"
Of course, why not? 
It's a pity, however, that my enthusiasm wasn't shared by my friends. They didn't exactly meet my idea with the enthusiasm I expected. Some had heard stories about bad landings and broken bones, some were terrified of heights, and some were just stingy with money... It's not a cheap pleasure, of course: 1 jump with an instructor costs 200 bucks. Many objected, saying it would be cheaper in Russia. Yes, I agree, BUT when you return home, for some reason this INTOXICATING FEELING OF FREEDOM disappears, you start COUNTING MONEY AGAIN, SAVING UP, LIMITING YOURSELF IN SOMETHING... It's easier to part with money THERE because it's much easier to earn it THERE, you feel much freer and manage your funds as you see fit. But let's not talk about sad things!..
A way out was found after all . No, no one agreed to jump with me, and my Arab employer even promised to fire me if I decided to do it, because he thought it was very stupid of me to expose myself to "such danger," blah-blah-blah (no, I agree that it's unsafe, but still...))))
As always, our hotel manager Michelle came to the rescue, a wonderful woman and a person with the kindest soul! Having found out what I was planning, she suggested an alternative: to take a helicopter ride and thus, for starters, test myself for a fear of heights. As she later confessed to us, she herself would never have dared to fly in a helicopter alone; she was afraid and needed "suitable" company, and that became US!
We booked a tour over Boston and the ocean coast (about $150 per passenger). It turned out that my favorite city (I love Boston!!!) is even more beautiful from above! And the view that opens up from a bird's-eye view of the ocean, lonely islands, coastal cottages, yachts, and the harbor!.. As they say, it's impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen! The whole excursion lasted about an hour and a half; we even got a little tired of admiring it out of habit The pilot, listening to our enthusiastic shouts, couldn't help but smile himself, and when we fell silent, he would ask considerately if everything was okay, if everything was fine, and if we wanted to change the route?
Michelle was also impressed by our 1.5-hour flight and promised that if I return next summer, we will definitely go skydiving together, because it turned out that she has also been dreaming about it for a long time, but she lacks crazy friends
