flight?” And at this,
Alex actually laughed.
She took the bag away and said quickly, “No, I
don’t want to get on another flight. I can’t talk now or I might puke on you.”
His eyes got wide when she said this and he instinctively moved back a bit,
which again, made her chuckle into her paper bag.
“Ok, no talking. You just hold onto your bag
there. We’ll stay on this flight and then we’ll talk when we land, ok, Corazon ?”
She nodded yes, and he could see that her eyes were smiling, which made him
smile. He got up, leaned over and put a kiss on her forehead, then smoothed her
hair back. Once he was back in his seat he reached and gave her shoulder a
reassuring squeeze. Then the co-pilot closed the door, took his seat and within
minutes, they were off.
Alex breathed into the bag the entire hour and a
half flight. She didn’t know why, but it comforted her. It was also both
comforting and somewhat unnerving that Jesús stared at her the entire flight,
like he was expecting her to suddenly combust or something. And Marco would
stroke her arm every few minutes. So between the bag, Jesús and Marco, oh and
the plane not crashing, Alex made it. When they deplaned, she walked very
carefully down the stairs. She made it a few steps on the tarmac and then sank
to her knees, her legs actually giving out under her, and sobbed. Jesús was
quickly by her side, rubbing her back. Marco wanted to do the same, but there
was no room for him, and the truth was, Jesús was like family. Marco
only knew her a few days and still had no idea what this was all about. When
she finally was cried out she got up and tried to wipe her tears and nose with
her arms.
Alex looked at Marco knowing she owed him some
sort of explanation, “Marco, I am not a crazy woman and I’m not sick. If you
take us to the nearest bar and get me whatever it is they drink here, I will
tell you what all of this is about, and hopefully get a little bit drunk.”
“ Muy bien, Corazon . I didn’t think
you were crazy. And I’m glad you’re not sick. Now, let’s get you drunk. And
maybe you too Jesús! Maybe if we get drunk together, you’ll stop looking like
you want to kill me.” Marco paused, “Yes, that look right there. Then again, if
we get drunk, you may actually kill me.” That made Jesús smile. “Ok, let’s go
take our chances! Oh, and welcome to the Galapagos Islands!”
CHAPTER 8
They loaded all of their equipment and bags into a
rented SUV and Marco got into the driver’s seat. “You’re driving?” Alex asked.
She already knew that, like with the shoot at his house, Marco didn’t want
anyone more than necessary at his family’s home. She admired that he seemed to
want to keep his private life private, or at least as normal as possible. Which
meant no manager, stylist, or any handler of any kind. Alex had agreed that so
long as the wardrobe they had agreed upon was there, and without really needing
any type of makeup, they could easily get by being a very lean team. Any
retouching could be done in post. But based on what God had given this man, he
wouldn’t need much.
“ Por supesto! Why wouldn’t I drive?
This is my home, and I was a tour guide, remember? Who better to lead the way?”
He smiled as he looked over to Alex in the passenger seat. Naturally, Jesús was
in the back seat. Alex noted the interesting shift in power so far throughout
the trip. More than that, she was shocked Marco was driving. Most stars would
never dream of driving themselves much less the photographer and her assistant.
Alex wondered if it were just because they were on such a small island or if
this was normal for Marco.
“Do you have a driver at home?” Alex asked a
bit sheepishly. Marco burst out laughing.
“ Dios mio! You think I’m Hollywood
Marco?” Alex shrugged giving him her answer. He took her hand brought it up to
his lips, giving it a kiss, which prompted Jesús to clear his throat as a
reminder that he was right
Alex actually laughed.
She took the bag away and said quickly, “No, I
don’t want to get on another flight. I can’t talk now or I might puke on you.”
His eyes got wide when she said this and he instinctively moved back a bit,
which again, made her chuckle into her paper bag.
“Ok, no talking. You just hold onto your bag
there. We’ll stay on this flight and then we’ll talk when we land, ok, Corazon ?”
She nodded yes, and he could see that her eyes were smiling, which made him
smile. He got up, leaned over and put a kiss on her forehead, then smoothed her
hair back. Once he was back in his seat he reached and gave her shoulder a
reassuring squeeze. Then the co-pilot closed the door, took his seat and within
minutes, they were off.
Alex breathed into the bag the entire hour and a
half flight. She didn’t know why, but it comforted her. It was also both
comforting and somewhat unnerving that Jesús stared at her the entire flight,
like he was expecting her to suddenly combust or something. And Marco would
stroke her arm every few minutes. So between the bag, Jesús and Marco, oh and
the plane not crashing, Alex made it. When they deplaned, she walked very
carefully down the stairs. She made it a few steps on the tarmac and then sank
to her knees, her legs actually giving out under her, and sobbed. Jesús was
quickly by her side, rubbing her back. Marco wanted to do the same, but there
was no room for him, and the truth was, Jesús was like family. Marco
only knew her a few days and still had no idea what this was all about. When
she finally was cried out she got up and tried to wipe her tears and nose with
her arms.
Alex looked at Marco knowing she owed him some
sort of explanation, “Marco, I am not a crazy woman and I’m not sick. If you
take us to the nearest bar and get me whatever it is they drink here, I will
tell you what all of this is about, and hopefully get a little bit drunk.”
“ Muy bien, Corazon . I didn’t think
you were crazy. And I’m glad you’re not sick. Now, let’s get you drunk. And
maybe you too Jesús! Maybe if we get drunk together, you’ll stop looking like
you want to kill me.” Marco paused, “Yes, that look right there. Then again, if
we get drunk, you may actually kill me.” That made Jesús smile. “Ok, let’s go
take our chances! Oh, and welcome to the Galapagos Islands!”
CHAPTER 8
They loaded all of their equipment and bags into a
rented SUV and Marco got into the driver’s seat. “You’re driving?” Alex asked.
She already knew that, like with the shoot at his house, Marco didn’t want
anyone more than necessary at his family’s home. She admired that he seemed to
want to keep his private life private, or at least as normal as possible. Which
meant no manager, stylist, or any handler of any kind. Alex had agreed that so
long as the wardrobe they had agreed upon was there, and without really needing
any type of makeup, they could easily get by being a very lean team. Any
retouching could be done in post. But based on what God had given this man, he
wouldn’t need much.
“ Por supesto! Why wouldn’t I drive?
This is my home, and I was a tour guide, remember? Who better to lead the way?”
He smiled as he looked over to Alex in the passenger seat. Naturally, Jesús was
in the back seat. Alex noted the interesting shift in power so far throughout
the trip. More than that, she was shocked Marco was driving. Most stars would
never dream of driving themselves much less the photographer and her assistant.
Alex wondered if it were just because they were on such a small island or if
this was normal for Marco.
“Do you have a driver at home?” Alex asked a
bit sheepishly. Marco burst out laughing.
“ Dios mio! You think I’m Hollywood
Marco?” Alex shrugged giving him her answer. He took her hand brought it up to
his lips, giving it a kiss, which prompted Jesús to clear his throat as a
reminder that he was right
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