Imagine being a thousand feet up in the air, suspended between sea and sky, next to your special someone. A gentle breeze swings you back and forth. Above a colorful parachute, like a giant umbrella, holds you aloft. A long cable connects you to a speedboat—a tiny speck in the ocean far below. Welcome to parasailing. It’s as close to flying as you can get. My husband, Peter, and I are soaring above Islamorada in the Florida Keys, kicking off a four-day island getaway.