|Director extraordinaire: Rain Pengson|
|A blurry shot of Mong in soundman action, outside THE oldest bar in Barcelona.|
Now Mel, is one of those intimidatingly super cool girls. Pretty. Petite. Insanely talented. I mean for crying out loud, the woman is a Cannes Film Festival awardee! Add that to being a mom to their lovable baby Mira, and still being incredibly fit, I should logically be slitting my wrists with paper* in sheer despair at my own ineptitude.
*"Death by papercuts" is a sara-ism, a term for a slow and painful death. Usage eg: Watching that boring play was like death by papercuts.
But instead, spending time with this couple made me think... "aww... I want that some day". They fast became one of my favourite couples in the world.
They never stayed angry at each other, if they ever were. And what struck me about the two of them was that they just worked. They knew when to give. When to step back and let the other do their thing. They were very together. Yet totally independent.
When Mel was working on producing and directing the travel show "Team Philippines" was filming - Mong stepped up and was soundman/crew/gofer. No airs. No, I'm-a-diva-superstar, I-don't-hold-booms. He just let Mel do her thing, and supported her, and chipped in with work.
He was also a supporting and loving partner for whenever Mel had new momma duties. And what was super sweet, and Mel probably never knew this - but the one time she skipped dinner because she was feeling ill and Mong still came out with the rest of the crew - he was a different man. He was quiet, concerned, and checking his phone every two seconds with brows knitted in worry.
You just knew that while we were having awesome food, at an awesome place, with an awesome view, his heart was not really there. Mong was just missing having HIS PERSON by his side, enjoying the experience with him. He could not wait to get back to the hotel fast enough, and I thought that was just incredibly cool.
You know how I've mentioned before, there are just some couples you look at and you just know, yeah, they're gonna work. They will survive.
Yup. They're it. And just thinking about them puts a smile on my face.
Fingers crossed, here's hoping I'll find that some day too.
And let's not forget, my main man, Paco.
What can I say about this incredible man.
But Pacopacopaco. He just puts a smile on my face. And the photo below is one of the times I will always remember for the rest of my life.
Given, I have ice cream in hand. So logically, the choc and ice cream lover in me would be smiling. But, what you don't know, is just 10 minutes before this, I was sobbing uncontrollably at a bullfight. Like full on, mascara running, makeup streaking, unglamorous, unstoppable type crying.
I've seen bullfights on TV before, but seeing it person, was quite a different. and emotional thing. Paco had put so much time and effort into getting tickets off the blackmarket for the night after our bull run in Pamplona, and I don't think they came cheap at all.
But once he saw me cry, he dragged me out of the arena and spent one of the most lovely afternoons I had in Spain just walking around with me in the city. It was really nice to just talk and connect.
One of my favourite things to do in life is really have deep conversations, about nothing and everything with another human with a great soul. And meeting one as special as his, is nothing short of amazing.
He always put the needs of everyone, before himself. Always tried to make sure everyone was as happy as possible.. he was the host with the most.
And above all, he has won a loyal friend in me, for life.
*sara thumps chest and flashes what she thinks is some gangster loyalty sign*
|With my Pacopacopaco =) The man who always knows how to make me smile|
|Best travel buddy ever: My muchacho, Justin Bratton. With a Damm beer.|
|From Left: My co-host for the wedding, Jeremy, MY AH BENG - Brendan, Ricky, Gary and Pete|