Melia: I boarded the plane behind a thin wisp of a girl in her teens weighing no more than 90 pounds. Her dishwater blonde hair was pulled up carelessly in a pony-tail and she looked very sleep deprived on this early flight. Hanging limply over her shoulder was a tiny vomit-yellow patent leather purse and she clutched to her chest, like a life-saver, a beige pillow larger than her as she squeezed into the seat in front of us. (What was unique is that she was on both of our planes down to Mexico; and we also were on one of the same flights back a week later. She had not changed her appearance, attitude, or her soft round companion.)
Juan: My seat companion was in his mid-thirties, stocky with close-cropped spikey hair shiny from some tonic. He had a pleasant round face with a gentle smile and Latino coloring. He was retuning to California from the east coast where he had done some consulting as an electrical engineer. I learned that he had been a policeman in Los Angeles but quit after eight years because of the corruption he saw in the police force such as racial profiling. He was most proud of his 12-year-old son who was a baseball all-star in the community and even the state and Juan was hoping to make the connections smoothly so as to not miss one championship game that evening. Juan eagerly pulled out his cell phone to share a series of photos of a this kid in a crisp baseball uniform who clearly had great form in his swing. Juan was distracted and somewhat quiet later in the flight and it wasn't until several hours later when we arrived for our brief layover in Pheonix that I learned he was fighting the flu!
Flight #2 out of Pheonix
Bethany: A lovely 15-year-old girl of mixed ancestry bubbled into the window seat next to me. She had this seat while her mother who appeared white sat with her younger brother who appeared to be black across the aisle. Bethany was full of energy and unlike the other teenage girl so eager to get to Puerto Vallarta. I asked her if she was on vacation and she grinned and said that she was on a work trip for Eagle. Hubby thought that she meant a small airline, but I guessed it was the clothing company. I still could not understand why she was flying all that way for retail work when she explained that she had entered a modeling contest and while 20 others had won, she was selected anyway as an extra because of her 'niche' look. She had a lovely face with big brown eyes and a head full of shiny curls flying every which way. Hubby thought it was a luxury trip for her but I knew, as a photographer, it meant long days of work in early and late hours outside the window of the mid-day flat sun. I was glad to see that as a minor she was being accompanied by a parent!
Our plane had a late start due to some delayed passengers on a connecting flight and thus the stewardess did some switching so that the girl could sit next to her mother and the window seat became empty once again for a brief time.
Manuel: This handsome 23-year-old flew into the plane crashing and pushing his carry-on into the overhead bin with high energy and required both hubby and I to move once again into the aisle so that he could take the seat left open by Bethany. I learned, before he fell into that abandoned sleep that only single college males can conjure, that he was a student at the University of Pennsylvania and on spring break. He had decided only the night before to join some friends in Puerto Vallarta and booked this flight. I could not help but be a little jealous over how nice it must be to be rich enough to head to another country on spring break while still a student in college. (I was waiting tables on spring break.) He said he was a finance major, so I also squeezed in some digs about hoping he was planning to give the wall street profession a better name. He smiled and said he was planning to make money. I also learned he was fluent in Spanish as his father was from Columbia and his mother was from Costa Rica whch he shared as the plane took off. Soon he had lowered the tray and fallen into a deep sleep to prepare himself for a week of drinking and beaching and bikini watching.
Flight #1 heading home
Mark: Another good-looking male sat beside hubby on this flight, this time in the aisle seat, while I took the window and forced hubby to sit in the middle. I am guessing he was in his mid-thirties wearing a nice white polo shirt that complimented the tan he had acquired in Mexico. I talked little since hubby was doing the interrogation this flight. Mark was not married, had no children and was glad of it as he seemed to be in a place (perhaps permanent) in his life where he could remain footloose and carefree. He just shook his head as he watched the various families settle in with babies and toddlers for the flight. Mark was a biochemist and worked for a company that made mulch. The biochemist part seemed to have something to do with the various colors that mulch comes in these days. When interrogated further about the addition of tannins he made it clear that if he leaked even the smallest information on the formulas he would have to kill us. He was good at getting hubby to talk about himself the rest of the flight...although in reality this is not difficult.
Flight #2 heading home
Veronica: Our last
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