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Diaboys (+Yui) Ideal Vacation destination •3•

•Yui grew up so sheltered, she barley saw anything in Japan X-X. So I think she should visit Mt. Fuji first, you know, get to know see the main attraction of her country. She definitely has dreams to travel the world tho.

•Shu does NOT travel. Too much effort. But if he did I think somewhere very secluded. I really like the Idea of him in Greenland, but it might bring back some traumatic memories… (the girls that get it, get it). So maybe and Icelandic Island, or somewhere in the Scottish highlands (can someone please draw Shu chilling with Nessie X-X).

•Reiji is fluid in German so I think he should visit the alps, but the Austrian ones. With all due respect I don’t think my man can handle north Germany X-X (as a German who’s das lives in north Germany, but grew up in the south. I know). I also have a headcanon, that Reiji is very good at skiing. Not sure if he can understand Austrian alp dialect (my grandmas from there so again. I know) but I believe in him

•Ayato would probably be somewhere warme. To do all the water sports and stuff. I really like the Idea of him in Mexico

•Kanato CAN’T go anywhere too warm or sunny. I think Switzerland, the mother of chocolate (let’s not talk about where chocolate is ACTUALLY from). Swiss chocolate just hits different

•Laito goes to Greece. It’s just right.

•Subaru is also not a travel man, but I like him in either the Netherlands or New Zealand. I can’t explain it just feels right

•Ruki would probably go somewhere in the Caucasus area, like turkey or Armenia (yes I know turkey isn’t actually Caucasus area, but I forgot the English word for it). Like I totally think he would explore the remains of Troy (if it really was troy) and go to archeological sights. I also like the idea of him in west Africa for the same reason.

•Yuma would go to a small village in Calabria (I hope that’s also what it’s called in English, but anyways it’s in south Italy). He would have his own little garden there and gets along great with the locals, despite not speaking a word of Italien.

•Kou has traveled the world, since yk he’s famous. So I think he’d go on a wellness retreat on a mountain in Nepal, or to live with yaks in Mongolia.

•Azusa would either go to the middle of the Saharan desert or to Siberia. No in between. I like him more in Siberia tho. Fun fact: my fathers from a little city in the very VERY west of Siberia, and I’d just think it’s cute if he went there :3 (I’ve literally never been there, even tho I’d really like to go. I just know my dad was born there)

•The Tsukinamis travel together. No other option. If it were up to Carla (which it mostly is) they take a tour around Europe. If it were up to Shin, they’d go somewhere tropical, and very much not Europe, like maybe Kongo or somewhere in South America.

•Kino goes to Korea. Again I can’t explain it, it just makes sense. I won’t specify which Korea… because he would just go to both

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yoga with adriene tells me to breathe love out into the universe, so here’s some random ideal home (2018) things i love, having watched it for the millionth time yesterday:

i think the title of this movie is so perfect re: how it works on levels. obviously it’s the title of erasmus’s show! it also speaks to the fact that their house is amazing but doesn’t really become 100% a home until bill is there! and then, of course, from bill’s point of view, it’s an ideal home after growing up from motel to motel with parents who suffer from addiction and cannot take care of him! but also, in many ways, it’s not an ideal home -- just ask melissa from child protective services -- so it’s rather ironic! then you’ve got paul insisting all throughout that nyc is his ideal home, until finally he realizes that it isn’t. i tell you: levels.

this movie has made santa fe a dream vacation destination for me (even after frankie bergstein described it as a place where you have to enjoy finding snakes in your purse and hair!), which, i’m curious to see how that works out. it just feels so enchanted!! but that might be, like, amazing cinematography, etc.

i was like “ha ha, why is erasmus always wearing this giant fur coat, new mexico must be WARM all the time!”, and then i checked the temperature on my weather app and discovered it was 18 degrees there last night. i stand corrected! my knowledge of geography and weather is very limited indeed!

I AM GOING TO MEOW WOLF, WHATEVER THAT IS. one day!!!! (god, i wonder how they’re doing in covid time. i don’t want to know! D:)

the whole conceit of erasmus being a celebrity chef and paul being a fancy food critic and them sharing this life full of travel and nonsense and opulence making this cheesy pretentious tv show is SO funny and so well-realized that it honestly breaks my heart a little bit that this is a one-off film and not a tv series. this premise has such LEGS! (but, like, i get that the actors are film actors. whateverrrrrrr!)

it is so fun to have a romcom movie about a couple who’ve been together for a decade, because i don’t think we have enough stories that explore staying in love as opposed to falling in love. like, love doesn’t stop being interesting when you become a committed couple! it doesn’t stop being a journey!

i am So Obsessed with their house in this movie, which i think is so essential because you need to fall in love with the house and kind of feel like it’s a bit fairy tale-y the way that bill does. like, it’s ridiculous but in such a golden, glowing, wonderful kind of way??

the fact that erasmus’s cookbook is called spicy! hot! erasmus! is very important to me.

i love how paul and erasmus just buy bill literally anything he wants with absolutely no hesitation, to the point where they give him a macbook at taco bell (because of course they went to taco bell for the christmas meal and smuggled some wine in; this is taco bell’s fault for not having a wine list). it’s just so heart-wrenching to think of this kid who had nothing suddenly getting totally, wonderfully spoiled.

THE SCENE WHERE PAUL AND ERASMUS HAVE A LAUGHING FIT OVER BILL’S MY-NOT-DADS-ARE-GAY PRESENTATION AND THE TEACHER IS LIKE, “PLEASE, GRANT ME THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH, YOU ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE”

i really like how this movie depicts a character with anxiety in paul.

i cannot believe this movie singlehandedly breathed life back into timeless bop “everybody dance now!”. (that bit where melissa the social worker is over for dinner and erasmus dances in with handfuls of wine bottles and paul gestures at him like “GET OUT OF HERE, WE LITERALLY HAVE CPS OVER RIGHT NOW” and then has to turn it into a sassy snapping dance when melissa notices him? peak comedy!)

that little scene where they’re getting ready to go to bill’s christmas pageant and paul walks into the closet and tickles erasmus as they cross paths and erasmus is kinda, like, swatting him away is peak realism in depicting cohabiting couple life.

THAT’S HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU? THAT’S HOW MUCH I WORSHIP YOU? i’m fine! / ross gellar

the way paul and erasmus’ eyes are both SHINING with TEARS in the dark in the scene where paul says he’s gonna move to new york???????

the ‘for the widows in paradise’ montage remains the finest emotionally compromising cinema i’ve ever witnessed. some might call the montage a fundamentally lazy device, but not in this movie, man!!!! the STORYTELLING and EMOTIONAL DEVELOPMENT and HEARTBREAK achieved in the span of that one song! i almost feel like the movie should end on that final shot as the song ends because it just packs such a sweet punch to the heart, but also, obvs the emotional closure of knowing definitively that bill gets to stay with them is excellent. (and it’s so cute how they’re all dressed all fancy at the hearing! and obviously that final conversation in the car is Not To Be Missed.)

this is, okay, talking about something that is in that montage, but that shot of paul watching erasmus get smaller in the side view mirror and then it cutting back to paul just looking absolutely torn apart with despair?? while the SUFJAN STEVENS BANJO STRINGS A-PLUCK TENDERLY??????

speaking of: i love all the music in this movie! the sorta lowkey-twangy score music is so pretty and soothing and really helps to build the overall lovely and magical atmosphere! also, that david gray song that plays while erasmus and bill go on a wild grocery store shopping spree has been stuck in my head for the past 24 hours.

(having your movie’s soundtrack consist of david gray, sufjan stevens, and “everybody dance now” is frankly a recipe for success in my book!!)

i cannot believe it took me this many viewings to have this question, but: why do they have so many kevin costner magnets?? where do you even GET those? why would you have even one?

i genuinely cannot believe that this movie is only 90 minutes long, because it feels so dang full of goodness. how do all these great things happen in one tiny movie?

‘you’ve got all the flavors. ........ blue.’

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It was an exceptional week for Puerto Rico on the world golf stage last week. Island native Rafa Campos played brilliantly during the PGA TOUR’s Puerto Rico Open that concluded yesterday, and the United States Golf Association welcomed the Puerto Rico Golf Association into its network of Allied Golf Associations (AGA), becoming the 59th AGA and first outside of the 50 United States.

Puerto Rico is home to 18 courses – with new ones planned – world-class beaches, dozens of resorts, thousands of restaurants, and is traveler friendly. As the air hub of the Caribbean, a top Airbnb destination, and a bilingual Island that requires no passport for U.S. citizens, it is ideally suited for invigorating escapes.

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Campos thrilled the golf world with his play on the Championship Course at Grand Reserve Golf Club, an amenity of the Hyatt Regency Grand Reserve Puerto Rico. Finishing tied for third, he was in contention to win the championship until the very end.

“It was a great week, and I’m very happy,” Campos said. “I’m very fortunate and want to thank all the fans out here, the supporters in Puerto Rico.”

Along with PGA TOUR member Campos, Puerto Rico was represented in the tournament by Edward Figueroa, who qualified through the 2020 Golf Puerto Rico Island Championship.

Campos and Figueroa added to Puerto Rico’s rich golf history. Legendary champion Chi Chi Rodriguez won eight times on the PGA TOUR.  He designed El Legado, a popular 18-hole course in Guayama.  It is one of Puerto Rico’s wonderfully diverse yet complementary playing options, including four of the top 50 rated courses in the Caribbean, Mexico, Central America, and the Atlantic Islands (source: Golfweek).

Other course designers represented on the Island include Tom and George Fazio, Greg Norman, Gary Player, Rees Jones, Tom Kite, Robert Trent Jones, Sr., and his son Robert Trent Jones, Jr.  All are open to the public, and many are amenities of beautiful resorts, including Royal Isabela; Hilton Ponce Golf & Casino; The St. Regis Bahia Beach; Wyndham Grand Rio Mar; Palmas del Mar; Dorado Beach, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve; and the forementioned Hyatt Regency Grand Reserve.

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the tides know our names- 9/?

Summary:  -takes place after the movie- Orm is working with Arthur to try to help Atlantis move forward when Elara has a vision of his death. As part of an order of Atlanteans dating back to the reign of King Atlan known as Tidewatchers, it is her duty to warn the king of her vision. Predicting and reading the future through the tides of fate has never been easy but Elara is in for the challenge of a lifetime working with her former king to save his life.

Part: 9/?

Word Count: 2,299

Warnings: alcohol mention

Read on Ao3 / start from the beginning

Author's Note: apparently I forgot to post this chapter on here when I wrote it days ago. whoops. Sorry about that.

Working hard to be less aware of how close she and Orm suddenly were, Elara looked down to the coral reef below them. She kept her eyes locked on Calysa until the party was hidden from view by the coral reef. And, just like that, she and Orm were on their way to the surface and an uncertain fate.

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Assuming they wouldn’t have been crushed by the ocean or exhaustion, it would have taken surface dwellers weeks to swim to their destination from Atlantis. Elara and Orm, however, managed it in the better part of a day.

Several hours of that, and by far the day’s longest stretch of time was spent travelling with the humpback whales. They had decided it best to stay with the pod for several hours in the name of stealth. It wasn’t til they were leagues and leagues away that they broke formation and struck out on their own. Elara had scanned the tides for any sign of a tail and, finding none, they changed headings for the Gulf of Mexico.

If they weren’t trying so hard to hide their tracks, they likely could have made the journey in just a couple hours. Atlanteans are extremely strong swimmers to begin with but Orm could cut through the water like a missile. Elara found herself having to do her best just to keep up with him. The last thing she wanted was him thinking of her as dead weight by asking him to slow down.

They hardly talked on their journey except to suggest a course change. They swam alongside other pods of whales and numerous schools of ocean life. Part of it was for stealth but to Elara, it seemed like it was something else for the prince. It felt like Orm was trying to soak up as much of the ocean while he could.

Throughout most of the day, Orm wore a look of complete concentration but there were times- when they swam with the stingrays or over a seabed of vibrant sea anemones that his expression changed. He seemed to be trying to remember and bask in everything about life below the waves while he still could.

While Elara had a fondness for the surface, she found herself doing the same. There really was nothing like the freedom and the ease of the ocean. Everything that felt so natural down here just felt stiffer and more bogged down up above.

Atlanteans in general had a superior sense of direction and location so Elara and Orm were able to find the correct inlet in the gulf of Mexico that would lead to the cottage Arthur’s friend was lending them. It really was an ideal location: close to the ocean but secluded and away from prying eyes.

At sunset, after all the effort and planning, they reached the surface with very little ceremony. They had been under the waves and then they stood on the shore, their fet still in the shallow tides.

Elara was exhausted physically and emotionally and wanted nothing more than to go inside and fall straight to sleep wherever she landed. But she stayed where she was. Orm seemed unwilling to move farther inland from where he stood on the shore. Almost to give him permission, she turned around to face the ocean they’d just swam through. Very slowly, Orm turned to join her.

They said nothing, just watching the sun set as they said their silent goodbyes to the waves. As the sun finally passed below the horizon, Elara felt all of the exhaustion of the day hit her anew. She didn’t want Orm to feel alone in this but the need to rest was not to be ignored.

She sighed, turning ever so slightly so she could look at him and the ocean as she said, “I’m going in. I’ll see what there is to eat.”

When he didn’t reply she turned back around and began walking up the beach to the cottage. Surprisingly, a beat later, she heard the splash of the waves as he followed her.

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Their first couple days on the surface were miserable. Elara mostly blamed Orm for this but it was partially her fault. They’d gotten off to a rough start when, minutes after entering the safe house, she’d suggested that they change and dry off. He’d looked at her stiffly even as he dripped onto the lovely wood floors as he’d asked her “why on earth would I want to do that?”

She’d just sort of blinked at him and then went back to making dinner for them both. She understood being proud of the water and all but hadn’t had enough energy to explain to him how uncomfortable it was to slog about on the surface in drenched clothing. She’d decided this was just going to be one of those things that she’d let him discover on his own.

The first night she’d decided to let him sulk. She left food on the counter, but as he seemed disinclined to get up from where he sat soaking the couch she took her food to the furthest bedroom she’d decided to claim as her own. After eating she’d meant to shower but warm as she was in her dry clothes, she fell right to sleep.

The next day wasn’t much better. He’d at least changed into some different clothes but his mood wasn’t any better. She didn’t want him to get into the habit of relying on her to do cleaning and cooking but she also feared the idea of his clothes from yesterday laying in a sodden pile on the wood floors and growing mold. Instead she’d told him she was taking her wet clothes out to the deck to dry in the sun and suggested he joined her. To his credit he did but he was taciturn and silent.

He had a lot of resentment brewing and it seemed the list of things he resented about surface life only grew. He resented having to be told how to prepare food on the surface. He didn’t like the beeps from the microwave and he hated all of the food items that were highly processed. He complained about various packing materials and non-recyclable containers.

Bearing his complaints as best she could, she decided to go to the store and find some things he might like more like biodegradable packages, and loads of organic vegetables and meats that were as organic and unprocessed as she could find. Down below, Atlanteans ate a lot of what the surface might call seafood but she was convinced he’d hate something about their presentation so she’d opted for land meat instead. She invited him along to the store with her but he seemed disinterested in any interaction with the surface dwellers. Elara sighed and went without him.

Unfortunately, his mood didn’t improve the next day; if anything his frustration had grown and been joined by a sort of restlessness. He assented to cooking lessons but she sensed it was less to do with any real interest and more so he could have something to do with his hands.

He liked what she’d picked up better or at least complained less about it and he seemed to at least get some satisfaction out of chopping vegetables and fruits so she made burritos one day and a stew the next that would require his skills.

He wasn’t as bad as he could of been but he was miserable and by proximity he was making her miserable too. She tried to relax, to read what books were in the cottage or to try to meditate on the tides but Orm’s nervous energy was infectious. If he wasn’t pacing or chopping, he was surveying the land and house. Sometimes he’d scoff at something but, happily, he kept whatever dissatisfaction he had to himself.

She understood what he was feeling and certainly didn’t hold it against him but it was a lot to handle. She tried to keep to the common areas in case he had a surface question or seas forbid he wanted to talk instead of pacing about or practicing training routines. Not that she minded seeing him work through fighting forms through the windows but it was kind of hard to pretend to focus on anything else when he moved like that. At one point all of his anxious presence got to be too much for her and retreated to her room.

She’d said she was going to meditate the tides but really she took a bath and tried to unwind. She did actually try to glimpse relevant patterns but their future was as frustratingly muddy as it had been before they’d come up here. She tried to check in on Arthur but she failed to glean anything useful or any kind of progress.

She also tried suggesting that she take him into town to maybe see some local life but he was decidedly against such plans and she didn’t have it in her to argue with him. Did she think getting out of that house and off that beach would help? Yes. But she knew it would take more than just a few days for him to be desperate enough for that.

At first she’d thought it was convenient that the cottage was right off the beach but now it felt more like a curse. Because anytime they went outside or looked out the window, there was the ocean staring back at them.

She’d had a moment where she considered inviting him out for a swim with her but, she almost worried that if she got him back in the water she wouldn’t be able to get him back out of it again. Orm seemed to be on a similar wavelength because he never got close to it.

It felt like there was some invisible boundary line between them and the beach that he refused to cross. At first she thought that he was trying to resist temptation but then she sensed something else from him that shocked her. It felt, in that glimmer, that he was almost punishing himself for something by keeping his distance. The idea seemed so strange to Elara but, a couple times after she’d caught him looking out the windows he’d had this look in his eye that seemed to confirm her sense.

Four days passed in this kind of purgatory. They talked little but most of what they said was functional and pertained to tasks that needed doing. She would have loved to try to talk him through this but she didn’t feel she had that right.

On top of all this, she was endlessly restless as well at being essentially cooped up but she was doing her best to give him space. It was all driving her crazy. So on the fourth day, after failing to persuade him to go to town with her, she’d decided that something had to give. Remembering a very memorable evening she’d had out once as a Tidewatcher apprentice on the surface she went to town alone to get some supplies.

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Carrying her spoils back to the house in her reusable bags, Elara began to wonder if she’d gotten too much or if this was even a good idea. Entering the cottage, she saw Orm in a short-sleeved shirt doing some of his training forms, the muscles in his arms tensing and relaxing in mesmerizing ways. No, she decided on the spot, this was definitely a good idea.

 Not addressing the prince, Elara went to the kitchen where she began to unpack her purchases. There were a lot of bottles and they basically filled the counters. Trying to position them all, she knocked a, thankfully non-glass bottle on the floor on her foot. At her muttered oath, Orm stepped in before seeing her purchases.

He had frown of confusion on his face, “What is all this?”

“This, my prince,” Elara said motioning before her to the many bottles of alcohol, “Is how we’re going to spend our friday night: partying like the surface folk.”

Orm’s frown was now one of distaste. “I have no interest in ‘partying’ especially not as they do up here.”

Elara had expected that, “aha! That is exactly why you need to.”

Orm began to turn away but Elara stopped him, “Orm wait.”

He paused, perhaps only because she’d called him by his name and not his title for the first time.

“Listen, I know it’s hard for you being up here. It’s driving you crazy and I get it. It’s hard for me too. But it’s not going to get easier by us ignoring each other and hoping we can get back to Atlantis tomorrow.”

He was silent for a moment before saying slowly, “I’m not trying to ignore you.”

“Well it still feels like you are,” she said sighing. “Listen, I’m not asking you to like all this but could you try to accept that this is happening? Arthur said he wanted you to get to know the surface and you’re not going to do that by pacing and training here all day everyday.”

He said nothing and she couldn’t read him so she kept going. “I’m not asking you to go out to a bar with me or go out and befriend the local townsfolk. Just work with me here.”

Finally, as if he might actually be taking her words to heart, he asked, “What would you have me do?”

“Tonight,” she said, “I want us to drink and if we’re feeling festive maybe actually talk to each other.”

He was still highly unhappy and hesitant as hell, but, to his credit he followed her into the kitchen to look at their collection of alcohol.

“Where do we start?”

A/N: hehehehehehe. Yeah buddy it is surface shenanigans time. XD In other news, as much as I love to write Orm's redemption, it was actually a lot of fun writing him being sulky and petulant in this chapter. As they say "Orm wasn't saved in a day!" okay so the original saying might have had to do with Rome, but whatevs. Despite my first thoughts for this chapter, I realized it was wildly optimistic to assume that after trying to wage war with the surface that he wouldn't be a Supreme Unhappy Camper if he was stuck up here. So that's what I was trying to stay true to here. Alright enough rambling, hope you guys liked!

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[Coco] The Bedside Ghost, Ch. 8

Title: The Bedside Ghost Summary: The bell falls but, instead of waking up in the Land of the Dead, Ernesto de la Cruz finds himself with a broken spine - and an unwanted guest at his bedside who claims he can let him have the sweet release of death, if he gives back what he took from him… Characters: Ernesto de la Cruz, Coco Rivera, Héctor Rivera, Julio Rivera, Imelda Rivera. Rating: T Status: in progress [This is the fic’s tag for all chapters up.]

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A/N: I mean, we all knew this realization was coming. (Also there is art of a scene in chapter 3 look at this guys look I love it)

***

When her papá comes home, Coco is asleep on the windowsill.

She snuck to the window in the middle of the night, as she does most nights, to wait for her papá. She doesn’t know how much time she’s spent straining her eyes in the dark, hoping to see him suddenly step out of the shadows and under the light of the moon, smiling, with the guitar in his hands to sing her their secret song. She often hums it very quietly as she stares out of the window, hoping that it will bring him home.

But it never did so far and always, without fail, she falls asleep well before dawn despite her best efforts to stay awake. Always, she awakens in the morning in her mother’s bed, in her embrace. And each time, her mother doesn’t say a word - like she hasn’t found her asleep at the window, and taken her to bed. She will comfort her, but never talk about it.

Coco suspects it hurts her mamá even more than it hurts her, but she doesn’t know how to help. All that she knows is that everything will be better when papá comes home, so she keeps waiting by the window - and this time, she doesn’t awaken in her mamá bed. When her eyes snap open she’s still there, the world outside still dark, and the door is rattling. She almost shrieks, but then a voice rings out on the other side, and it’s a voice she knows.

“Coco, plase! I’m so sorry! I wanted to come back!”

“Papá!”

There is joy, but there’s also fear. Her papá is crying out, his voice thin and frightened, like he’s trying to get away from something dangerous out there in the dark. She can’t see him from the window, can’t see anything, and the door rattles again. He’s trying to get in and can’t, he’s locked outside and calling out for her to let him in.

“Coco! Let me come home!”

She tries to open the door to let her papá in, but she can’t: she’s too small and the door’s handle is too high up, it shakes and rattles just above her reach. “I can’t reach!” she cries out, and turns to grab a chair to climb on, or call for her mamá and her uncles, or both - but the room is gone, the house is gone, and around her there is nothing but darkness.

She takes a step back, shrieking for her papá to come in, come in right now, and that is when the door stops rattling… and finally, slowly, creaks open.

Moonlight spills on her, and there is a moment of relief, the simple certainty that all is going to be well - but when she turns, it’s not her papá she sees. Before her face, there is a grinning skull with a golden tooth; it takes her a moment to recognize it as his guitar.

But her papá is not the one holding it. She can only see his shadow, but it’s slightly too short and much too broad. She knows who it belongs to. “… Tío Neto? Where’s papá?”

A few moments of silence, and then Ernesto de la Cruz - who’s not really her tío but may very well be, her papá always said he’s his hermano in all but blood - sinks on one knee, one hand still holding the guitar. With the other, he’s handing her a songbook with a red cover that seems to be dripping color, turning his hand just as red.

“He’s never coming home, Coco. Take this back.”

She doesn’t want that dripping songbook, she wants her papá and she wants to scream as much, but words stay stuck in her throat. In the end, she just starts crying.

“You took our song,” she chokes out.

“Lo siento.”

“I want him back. Where is he?”

Ernesto bows his head, and says nothing. Something red drips from his hands and from the eyes of the skull guitar, like it’s weeping along with her. Somewhere outside a train whistles, pulling into the station, and Coco knows that her papá is not on it.

***

“What do you mean, there will be no trains?”

To be entirely fair, Imelda hadn’t meant to shout. Not so loud, at least; she was perfectly aware that the little man before her, overseeing a small station in the vast middle of nowhere, had no more power to get trains moving than she did.

But she had travelled through most of the day to get there, and was supposed to catch her connection, a night train to Mexico City. Only that everything had been delayed, over and over, and now - in the middle of the night - they were telling her that was apparently no train was going to show up at all.

It had proved to be too much for her patience, which was already wearing thin. She was tired to the bone and was stuck there, with no idea how long it would take to get to her destination - all while being entirely cut off from both Coco and the rest of her family. Jesus Christ himself could have descended from heaven in a cloud of light and glory to explain her what was wrong with the trains, and would have received the same amount of shouting.

“Señora, please. We are doing our best to resolve the situation,” the man, whose name was indeed Jesus, was explaining. “A tree fell on the tracks, and a railroad switch has been damaged. It needs to be repaired, and no trains can run until then. The technicians will keep us updated - they hope trains can resume running by morning.”

That’s not good enough, Imelda wanted to say. By morning she was supposed to be in Mexico City already, not still halfway… but even if she said as much, it would change precisely nothing. So she breathed in, and forced herself to calm down.

“I understand. How long would the train ride to Mexico City be?”

“That depends on the route. A direct train would take no more than three hours, but…”

“But the first trains will have to pick up passengers from other affected stations on the way.”

“Precisely. That means there will almost certainly be diversions. It’s unlikely we’ll have any direct trains again until tomorrow afternoon, so a morning train would likely still get you there earlier. I am truly sorry about this. Do you have urgent business in Mexico City?”

The most urgent that there could be, Imelda thought, but didn’t say as much aloud. “I see. I’ll wait here and get on the first train.”

“At the station? That may not be ideal for a woman travelling alone. There is an inn, not far–”

“I want to be on the very first train to Mexico City that runs through this station. I will wait here,” Imelda cut him off, and went back to the waiting room. There were a few more passengers who had decided to do the same, but not that many: most had probably checked into the inn for the night. Imelda found a seat at the far end of the room that put some distance between her and everyone else, put down her suitcase, and opened it.

Rosita had packed her something to eat, muttering that she wished she’d had more forewarning to make her a proper meal for the journey. Imelda hadn’t touched any yet, but that seemed the right moment. There was bread, some cold cuts, hard cheese and fruit; more than enough to see her through until she reached her destination. Still, when she reached for the food, her eye fell on something else entirely, causing her hand to still.

Amongst her spare clothes, there was a shoe with button eyes: the bizarre doll her brothers  had made for Victoria. She must have slipped it in her luggage while she wasn’t looking.

She never goes to bed without it. How is she sleeping now?

The thought brought back a memory, little Coco trying to stay awake to wait for her father, and suddenly she wasn’t hungry anymore. Imelda found herself unable to put the doll back in her suitcase; she just stared at it, wishing to go home and waiting for the next train to bring her further away from it. 

She hated having to wait, but at the moment it was all she could do.

***

“There is nothing else we can do, is there?”

Doctor Rojas shook his head with a sigh, his expression grim, as he kept putting his instruments back in his bag after cleaning each of them with rubbing alcohol. On the table, the basin full of hot water was still steaming weakly. The water itself was tinged with blood.

“I took away as much infected tissue as I could see. I am afraid there is little else that can be done, other than keeping him comfortable,” he said. “He won’t feel pain, at least.”

Griselda nodded, and her gaze paused on blood-stained towels. “The ulcer on his elbow–”

“It is likely where it started, yes,” the doctor replied, and heaved out a long sigh before turning. In the harsh sunlight that had begun creeping in through the window, he looked almost as tired as she felt. “If he were in better health I would probably suggest we proceed with amputation - but now, in all conscience, I cannot do it. I fear the infection is already in his bloodstream, and that would render it useless - or worse. Surgery itself could kill him.”

“If there is a chance, isn’t it your duty–”

“He is very weak, Griselda. I was almost expecting his heart to give out the moment I gave him the first injection. God forgive me, part of me hoped it would. I fear we’ve reached the point when fighting a lost battle to keep him alive is no longer a humane thing to do.”

There were a few moments of silence, then Griselda slowly nodded. It was nothing she hadn’t expected to hear, after all. She looked down at Ernesto de la Cruz, still unconscious but no longer crying out. Doctor Rojas had injected him with some anaesthetic to help him rest, as well as a mixture of drugs and antibiotics that Griselda had never thought she’d see used on anything short of a horse. Much of what had followed had been grim, and it had been a relief when she had bandaged his ulcers again, hiding them from sight.

He was resting on his back again, on clean sheets, with an oxygen mask firmly over his mouth and nose and another IV needle in his arm. Griselda reached to brush his hair off his forehead. He was still warm, but not enough for her to recoil. “The fever has gone down.”

“It is a temporary relief. I have little hope that these antibiotics will be more effective than what he’s been having so far, in the long run,” doctor Rojas said, and closed his bag with a loud clack. “Either way, I will leave you some bottles and a prescription. I have done all that I could possibly do, Griselda, and perhaps more than I should have. My suggestion is that you let it run its course. If he wishes to be brought outside, allow it whatever his condition may be. Let him enjoy what he can. You will know the end is nearing when–”

“I know what will happen,” Griselda cut him off, her voice tight. A memory emerged from the back of her mind, one of her own brothers sweating and trembling as his skin went clammy and cold, gasping that it had been all his fault, that he should have let them cut off his leg.

Jorge had died without getting to see a priest, but he was a good man, had always been a good man; perhaps sisterly love had blinded her to some of his flaws but the fact stayed that, even without the last rites, Griselda had never feared for the fate of his soul.

For the restless soul before her, things were very different. “I’ll have Padre Fernando come in for the last rites. Will he be able to speak?” she asked. She knew a priest could give absolution to an unconscious man, too - she’d seen it happen countless times - but would it be enough to absolve him of murder without a proper confession? She feared it wouldn’t.

“He should be, yes. Give him some time to awaken, first. He’ll be confused for a while.”

That was all she needed to know, at the moment. Griselda thanked doctor Rojas for all of his help and watched him leave the room for the last time before she sat again by de la Cruz’s bed. She placed a cold compress on his forehead, adjusted the pillow beneath his head, and waited in silence for him to wake up.

***

For a long time after awakening Coco sat by the window and stared at the bustling street outside, so very different from the darkness in her dream.

It was far from the first time she dreamed of waiting for her father at the window, as she had when she was a little girl and still hoped to see him walking through the door again. And sometimes, in the dream, he did return; then there would be smiles, her mother’s the brightest of all, the biggest hug, and music. It was a happy dream, most times, if painful upon awakening - but that night, it had turned into a nightmare the light of day couldn’t shake off.

She couldn’t remember all details, but what she did recall clung to her. Perhaps leaving the room and going out for a walk would help, but she dared not do so. There was a phone on the small table by her bed, a marvel that surpassed even the luxury of hot running water in the bathroom, and she’d been told that any call for her would be put through from the lobby.

Someone could call any moment with information about her papá’s whereabouts; she couldn’t bear the thought of missing that call, even though of course they would leave a message for her. Her father’s return home had been delayed enough as things were.

After about a hour’s wait, Coco had dared make one call to Santa Cecilia to leave another message for her family - a very short one, because she didn’t want to hold the line for too long. She’d told Paula that she was well, that she sent everyone her love, and that she would be back soon - again. Then she had put the phone down, and the wait continued.

Having nothing to do was the hardest part of it all. She wasn’t used to staying idle and, most of all, she had nothing to distract herself from her own thoughts and the nebulous memories of the dream that had plagued her night. A hour passed, then two and three; as lunch time approached, she began fearing that perhaps they had called just as she was calling the inn in Santa Cecilia. Maybe they had left a message. Maybe she should go downstairs and ask.

Or maybe she was simply being paranoid, and too impatient. Isabella had been eager to help and had said she would do her best to get the records found as soon as possible, but that didn’t mean she could work miracles. It may very well take another day, or maybe two, or three or even a week, before anything concerning her papá could be found in the archive.

And you can’t stress out like this for a week, a voice that sounded much like Rosita’s chided her from the back of her mind. You didn’t even finish your breakfast. This isn’t good for you. Or your baby, if there is one.

The thought caused Coco to bite her lower lip, and reach to rest a hand on her stomach. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became that she was, indeed, with child. Looking back and counting the days, she could very well be in her tenth week or even further along… and she hadn’t told her family yet. She hadn’t told her husband yet.

It would serve no purpose but to make the worry at the moment, she told herself, and she knew it was true: Julio especially may downright panic if he knew. But at the same time, keeping it to herself made her feel more alone than she ever had before. Perhaps she should see a doctor right away, really. If she asked in the lobby where she could find–

A sudden, loud ringing noise caused her to recoil. It was a harsh and unpleasant sound, and it took her a moment to realize that it had come from the phone. Coco rose quickly, almost stumbling on her way to it - one of her legs felt numb, served her right for folding it beneath her - and grabbed the receiver before it could ring a third time. “Yes?”

The voice on the other side was wonderfully familiar, and the one she’d most wished to hear, aside perhaps from that of her daughter. And her husband. And her mother.

“Socorro, dear, is that you? It’s Isabella. We believe we have found his folder. It matches what you said, but we need you to confirm it for us. How soon can you make it here…?”

***

“Padre Fernando will be here soon, señor de la Cruz. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Griselda waited in silence as he stared at her for a few moments and then, slowly, tilted his head in what she supposed was an attempt at a nod. He was still slow on the uptake, but he seemed to understand what was going on.

“Can you talk, señor?”

He swallowed. “Yes,” he rasped. “Water.”

She poured some water from the pitcher, and held up his head to help him drink. Even so, it took the better part of a minute and some water spilled. Griselda settled his head back on the pillow and put the glass down; she was about to speak again, but he got there first. He seemed slightly more aware, more alert, his gaze no longer as clouded.

“What happened?”

“You became sick last night,” Griselda said, reaching for a tissue. I feared you’d die in my arms, she thought, but didn’t say as much aloud. “Very sick. Don’t you remember?”

He seemed to think if over for a few instants. “Heath,” he finally mumbled. “I remember I was burning. It thought I was in Hell. Wasn’t too far off, I guess.”

Griselda barely restrained from crossing herself. “You had very high fever. It has gone down some now. Doctor Rojas was here, to give you some more antibiotics and–”

“And now you have called a priest,” he cut her off. “It’s almost… almost over, isn’t it?”

There was a pleading quality to his voice that made Griselda’s heart clench. She nodded as she wiped his chin dry with the tissue, avoiding his gaze.

Fighting a lost battle to keep him alive is no longer a humane thing to do.

“Sí, señor. It’s almost over.”

“Not yet, though. We both go home, or neither does. Héctor told me.”

It was far from a cold day, but Griselda found herself shivering all the same, wondering what nightmares had ravaged his mind before doctor Rojas had given him an injection to let him rest. Part of her wanted to ask, but she found she didn’t quite wish to know. “Regardless, you have little time. With everything else settled, you need to worry about your soul.”

“Why? You’re doing such a good job on my behalf,” he muttered, and gave a weak grin at the unimpressed look that gained him. “I will see the priest, if it’s so important to you.”

“It is. Will you confess–”

“I like priests. I fucked one, once. And a nun. Not at the same time, though.”

“… Are you trying to get a rise out of me just now?”

There was a rasping sound that might have been a laugh. In a way, it was a relief. “Maybe,” de la Cruz said, then, “I’ll confess what I see fit. The secret of confession and all that.”

Fair enough, Griselda supposed. It was not up to her to question what he would or would not confess. She would get him a priest; the rest was up to him. “Of course. I didn’t mean to pry.”

El se��or de la Cruz closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. “I’d really rather sleep,” he murmured, and he did sound dreadfully tired. It stirred some pity in her chest, and Griselda reached to brush back his hair. She glanced towards the drugs she used to help him sleep.

“After your last rites,” she promised, and was about to ask him if he wished her to close the window when he opened his eyes again and spoke.

“There is something I need you to do. Once I’m gone, if… if I’m allowed to go.”

“You told me already, señor. The tapes–”

“No, not those,” he cut her off, and swallowed a couple of times before speaking again. When he did, his voice was little above a whisper and his gaze was fixed someplace above her left shoulder, as though he was looking behind her rather than at her. “It’s about a guitar.”

***

“What do you mean, she has left??”

This time, at least, Imelda had fully meant to shout. She felt as though she would explode otherwise, all of the worry and frustration and exhaustion that had been building up suddenly too much for her to handle. The journey to Mexico City had been hell, the cab ride to the mansion - thank God everyone and their dog seemed to know where it was - vomit-inducing, but she could have dealt with all of that. She had.

What she could not deal with was a weasel of a man looking at her through the gate, refusing to let her in and telling her that her daughter was not there anymore.

“Señora, please,” the man said, holding up his hands. It would only occur to Imelda later that her reaction may not have been the kind that would make him want to open the gate between them. “I’m telling you, she took a cab two days ago and–”

“A cab to where?”

“I don’t know! Maybe el señor de la Cruz–”

“El señor de la Cruz will tell me himself, then,” Imelda spat, anger threatening to choke her.

It was a curse, wasn’t it? Forget music, he was her problem. Had that man taken it upon himself to break her family apart? First he’d taken her husband away from Santa Cecilia, filling his head with childish dreams if glory, and now she’d lured her daughter away, too, with the nebulous promise of news about her good for nothing father.

I should have slammed the door in his face when he first suggested that tour of Mexico. I should have burned that letter when I received it.

“Señora Rivera–”

“El señor de la Cruz will see me now, ” Imelda cut him off, gripping the metal bars of the gate so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Open this gate, and–”

“Juan? Who is it?” a woman’s voice rang out. Imelda tore her gaze away from the man - who, unbeknownst to her, let out a long sigh of relief - to turn towards its source.

Two were people walking away from the mansion and up to the gate: a tall, imposing woman who had to be well in her sixties, and a priest who was maybe a few years older than that.

For several moments Imelda could only stare in silence, her eyes fixed on the priest, on his grim expression, on the small suitcase he was carrying. She had seen priests with that same look on their face and a similar suitcase leaving dying men’s homes before, after giving them their last rites. Realization hit her like a bucket of cold water and caused her anger to sputter out, replaced by a sense of sudden incredulity.

“Ernesto,” she found herself saying numbly. She had known that he wasn’t well - he’d hinted as much in his letter - but somehow she hadn’t thought for a moment that the situation could be that desperate; she hadn’t thought she would arrive to find him at death’s door.

It felt wrong on a fundamental level to imagine him on his deathbed, even though she knew what a dreadful accident he’d had and how many years had passed. In her memory he was still twenty-five, eager to travel Mexico to play for crowds, full of bluster and bull-headed optimism that never failed to rub off Héctor - and that sometimes, just sometimes, she had even found somewhat amusing herself. But now he was dying, or already dead.

The thought made her feel sick; she had never wished him ill. Not that much, at least.

“Señora? Can we help?” the woman asked, a concerned frown on her face.

“Ernesto,” Imelda repeated, finally tearing her gaze away from the priest. “Is he… did he…?”

The woman shook her head. “No, not yet. He’s sleeping now, though, so I’m afraid he won’t be able to see anyone for a few more hours,” she said, and gestured for the man - Juan - to open the gate. “May I ask…?”

“My name is Imelda Rivera. He wrote to me about a month ago.”

The woman’s expression lit up in recognition. “Oh! You must be Coco’s mother,” she said, and some of the numbness faded away, replaced by a sort of relief. Maybe she would know where her daughter was, after all. “I’m Griselda Lopez. I’m truly sorry you were faced with such grim news as soon as you arrived,” she added, and tilted her head towards the priest. “This is Padre Fernando.”

“My pleasure,” he said, and Imelda acknowledged him with a polite nod before turning her attention back to Griselda.

“I came looking for my daughter,” she said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, and her eyes darted to Juan, who flinched. “He told me she has left, but she never said she was coming home, either. Do you have any idea…?”

“Oh, yes. She’s still in Mexico City, but she had to stay in a hotel, for…” the woman paused, and Imelda could see the hesitation crossing her features before she spoke again. “I am certain she’ll be more than happy to explain you everything,” she finally said, and gestured for Juan to leave.

She waited for him to be on his way back towards the mansion before she poke again, and that told Imelda that whatever she was about to say, she didn’t want anyone but herself and the priest to hear. And was it her, or did that Griselda keep glancing at the priest, as though she was trying to guess something from his expression alone?

Unaware of her quizzical glance, or  perhaps all too aware of it, Griselda spoke again. “I have called a cab to bring Padre Fernando back to the city. I am certain he’ll have no objections if you take advantage - it is all paid for,” she added, and Padre Fernando smiled.

“I don’t mind at all. I would like some company on the way back. Giving a man his last rites is always rather taxing on one’s heart.”

Imelda bit her lower lip. Part of her still wanted to march inside and demand explanations right away, but she was willing to hold her tongue and wait another while if that meant she would be able to see Coco soon, and ask what in the world was going on to her directly.

Plus, she found she didn’t want to see Ernesto, or whatever had become of the man she’d known, on his deathbed.

“I believe I will take you up on that offer, thank you,” she said, and glanced towards the mansion. It was in the middle of a large garden, and white as marble; it made her think more of a mausoleum than a home. Fitting, for a dying man. “… I had no idea he was that sick.”

That caused Padre Fernando’s smile to fade. “His suffering is almost over. I find some comfort in thinking about it this way.”

“Of course,” Imelda said, and turned away from the mansion, trying to ignore the stab of pity. Perhaps she was supposed to say something, leave a message for him when he woke up - if he did wake up. But she could think of nothing to say; too many years had passed since they had been… not friends, never quite friends, but close enough acquaintances. Too many years, over half their lives, and Héctor was no longer there to bind them in any way.

There was nothing she could do to help him, anyway. Best to leave him in peace. All that she could do - all that she should focus on - was finding Coco and bringing her home. So she said little more until the cab arrived, until she climbed on it and told the driver the name of the hotel where, according to Griselda, Coco was staying.

As the cab pulled away she did not look back, not expecting to see that mansion again - much less to set foot in it.

Then again, she expected nothing of what was about to hit her.

***

“Sit down, dear, sit. It’s dreadfully hot outside, isn’t it? Have some water.”

Coco smiled, agreed that it was unseasonably warm, and had a few gulps of water - but all of it felt forced, like someone else was pulling the strings to make her go through the motions. It had taken the cab forty minutes to get Coco to her destination - the longest, most agonizing forty minutes she had ever lived through. She had waited for her father her entire life, and now that the end was so close time seemed to stretch on and on.

“Eduardo wanted to start searching on Wednesday, that lazy bum, but he owes me a favor or two and that got him going. I’m sure that he’s nowhere as busy as he claims he is all the time. And this dust allergy of his that comes and goes - excuses, excuses, excuses,” Isabella was muttering, searching through her desk drawers. If they were as messy as the rest of her office was, it was no wonder she had trouble finding what she was looking for.

That thought, and her words, got a small smile out of Coco despite the tightness in her stomach. “Muchas gracias,” she said. “It means a lot to me.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Isabella replied. “It doesn’t say where he was buried, but - oh, no, dear, it is all right!” she said quickly, clearly noticing the dismay on her face. “There is a reference number. It might take some time to dig out the old register and find out what the matching lot is, but it can be done. It will be done as quickly as possible, if you confirm this is him,” she added, and finally put something in front of her - a yellowish folder, stained by humidity and still smelling like dust. Coco faintly wondered how much longer it would have taken for it and its contents to be eaten away by rats and mould, and the thought made her nauseous.

But it’s here. I have it. I made it on time, she thought, and she forced herself to ignore the insidious fear that perhaps they got the wrong folder, or maybe something had happened to that register. Rats, mould, perhaps a fire, any kind of damage to make it unreadable–

No. Don’t. It will be all right. It must be.

“You can open it, dear,” Isabella spoke, her voice gentle, and Coco recoiled. She hadn’t realized she’d been staring down at the  folder for several moments in complete silence.

“Oh. I… my apologies,” Coco said quickly, and reached to take the folder with shaky hands.

“No need to apologize, this must be very stressful for you. Take your time. I am afraid you cannot take it away - it is for identification purposes, you understand - but you can look all you want while here. A couple of pictures there may not be very pleasant to look at, I fear.”

“I understand,” Coco said, marveling at how firm her voice sounded despite everything. She drew in a deep breath and opened the folder, expecting to see a dead body.

Her papá smiled at her. For a moment everything stilled, and Coco forgot how to breathe.

The face looking up at her wasn’t that of a corpse: Héctor Rivera, aged twenty-one, was giving her that boyish grin of his she had never forgotten. He looked so much like her in that photo, with the same smile and cheekbones… and he was so, so young. It struck ever even harder than it ever had before that he’d been little more than a boy.

“This photo…” she whispered, her throat tight. Her fingers reached to stroke its surface, tracing his features, and she almost feared her touch alone would make it crumble to dust.

“It was found on him,” Isabella said, very gently, and refilled her glass with some more water. “It is him, isn’t it?” she asked. Coco nodded, unable to force out any words.

“We should be able to release that photo to you, once the formalities are all taken care of.”

With another nod, Coco put down the photograph - it took an effort, it truly did - and looked at the next sheet in the folder. There was an inventory of what the body had been found with, which wasn’t much. A salmon-colored charro suit, as she’d known; a few pesos in his pockets, as well as a photo of himself in the breast pocket… and that was all, or almost.

An empty bottle of tequila, resting in the crook of his right arm.

Coco paused, and read the sentence again - first with a sort of numbness, and then with growing confusion. That didn’t make any sense; Ernesto had said that her papá had felt sick on the way to the station, collapsed, and died within minutes. He’d said that he’d taken his songbook and guitar, and left. Why would her father have a bottle on him when found?

And why was his suitcase not mentioned anywhere in the list? Surely he must have had one with him, if he was about to travel home. Had Ernesto taken the entire suitcase, too, along with the songbook and guitar? It was possible, she supposed, but something about that scenario felt wrong… though not as wrong as that bottle. It didn’t fit Ernesto’s tale at all.

“Dear, is everything well? Do drink something, you’re so pale…!”

Isabella’s voice sounded distant, her words inconsequential. Heart beating somewhere in her throat, Coco turned the page with hands that were surprisingly firm - and found herself looking at two more pictures, taken from different angles: her father’s body, as it had been found the following morning. The photographs were old and slightly grainy, but she did recognize him; he looked like he was sleeping, slumped against an old brick wall, with his head head bent over his shoulder.

And sure enough, there was a bottle tucked in the crook of his arm that had no reason to be there. It looked wrong; it looked staged. But why….?

For the songs. They made me famous. It was all I had ever wanted.

“Señora Rivera? Socorro? Ay, are you all right? Do you need–?”

Whatever she said next, Coco did not hear. The world around her seemed to spin, and that photograph was all she could see clearly. On its own, it showed a travelling musician who had drunk himself into unconsciousness and death. With what she knew now - with what Ernesto had told her - it gave a different story. With the mind’s eye she saw her father’s best friend, his hermano, propping his body up against a wall and placing the empty bottle on him before running away into the dark, with his guitar and songbook, like a thief. Like a murderer.

He never made it, but he always meant to go back home.

With the songbook. He’d tried to return home with his songbook, with their song, and Ernesto wouldn’t let it happen. He hadn’t let it happen. Was that why he’d been so sure she was in danger over that accursed thing, that his manager would go as far as harming her? Because he, too, had stolen a life to keep it? How had her father really died, so suddenly, so young?

No, Coco thought desperately, no. She was going loca, it couldn’t be.They’d been children together; they had gotten into all sort of mischief, grown up, played, drank, sung together. Ernesto had been her papá’s best man at the wedding, the one he had chosen as her godfather, who had told her all those stories about him. He’d wept with her for him, tried to fix what he’d done. He may have stolen his songs, but not his life. He would have never…!

“I know how far a man can go when he thinks he stands to lose everything,” he’d said.

“Even a rat becomes dangerous when cornered,” he’d said.

Nausea hit her like a physical blow, and she felt bile rising in her throat. Coco let go of the folder as though it had caught fire and tried to stand, to walk away, to get outside and breathe in some air, but she never managed to take more than a few steps.

The world around her spun, her insides clenched, and her knees hit the floor before Isabella could get to her. Bile burned her throat and mouth, her eyes watered, and the room became dark - almost as dark as in her dream, when Ernesto had loomed over her.

In the darkness she hadn’t seen his face but, she now remembered, she had seen his hands - holding her papá’s songbook and guitar, and dripping with blood.

***

“What do you mean, she’s not here?”

“It means what I said, señora. The only Rivera we have had as our guest in the past month is Diego Rivera, and I am fairly sure he’s not your daughter,” the clerk added, so haughtily that it took all of Imelda’s willpower not to take off her boot and give him a lesson he wouldn’t ever forget. “Now please, lower your voice before I–”

Whatever he threatened next - call the security, most likely - was entirely lost to Imelda. She didn’t care how fancy that hotel was and how superior that clerk thought he may be: that was the place where she had been told Coco was staying, so she had to be there - and if not, they must have some idea of where she may be now.

She didn’t care if that man decided to call the army on her: she was not leaving that lobby without an answer, and she was not leaving that city without Coco. What would she even tell to Victoria and Julio if she returned alone, with no clue as to where–

Wait. Julio.

“… Would be quite a regrettable incident for this establishment, so I will once again–”

“Martinez,” Imelda muttered, caused the man to pause and blink.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s married. Socorro Rivera-Martinez,” she said, and stared at the man in the eye. “She may be under her husband’s name. Did a Socorro Martinez check in in the past two days?”

The clerk blinked, taken aback, then his gaze brightened as though something in his mind had just clicked. “Oh! Yes, now that you mention it, there is a Señora Martinez… let me see…” he mumbled, and went to check the booking. His demeanor changed so quickly it was almost unreal. “Yes, indeed. Socorro Marinez - she’s staying in room 217.”

“Good. I’ll be going upstairs.”

“She’s not in - she asked us to call a cab for her earlier today. B-But she will return!” the clerk added quickly after Imelda gave him one, long look. “She didn’t take her luggage, did not check out… she might be back shortly. Perhaps you’d like to wait in the lounge, or–”

“… Mamá?”

For a moment, Imelda didn’t register the voice coming from behind her as her daughter’s. Coco was a woman, approaching her thirtieth birthday; her voice was softer than her own, her tone gentler, but she certainly didn’t sound like a scared young girl. Not anymore.

Mamá… is papá ever coming home?

Imelda’s stomach sank, and she turned slowly, barely registering the look of alarm on the clerk’s face. Coco was standing only a few steps away, and she looked ill. Her skin was ashen gray with red blotches, her eyes puffy, her lower lip trembling; when she blinked, tears spilled down her cheeks. Imelda had never seen her in such a state, and it caused her anger to vanish, her worry to turn into something closer to terror. Within a second she regretted all of the sharp words she had uttered when they had last spoken, every minute of cold silence.

“Coco,” she called out, dropping her small suitcase and taking a few quick steps forward. “What happened? What’s wrong, mija?”

She reached out to press a hand on her forehead and see if she had fever, but Coco moved first. She threw herself at her like she hadn’t since she was only a little girl with scraped-up knees, buried her face against her shoulder, and let out a gut-wrenching cry of grief. For a time she just kept sobbing, unable to utter a single word, and Imelda could only hold her tight, mind reeling with questions she couldn’t ask - not yet, not until she’d calmed down.

But even amongst that confusion there was one certainty, solid as stone: her daughter needed her, and she was exactly where she was meant to be.

***

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The adventure tours take you to the Desert safari of Abu Dhabi on a gondola ride over the Intouchables. You are welcomed by the flora and fauna of this most fragile environment. They lead you through the gardens of the world's tallest building and into the underground chambers of the world's first skyscraper, the Emirates Tower. At the conclusion of your unforgettable experience you are brought back on the gondola to take a refreshing dip in the refreshing waters of the Gulf of Aqaba. Each day has its own activities and you will be taken to a different location each day with a different theme and activity.

Morning Desert Safari:

For example, the morning desert safari takes the visitors to the desert of Sharjah where a traditional Bedouin village is situated. In Sharjah the visitors can participate in the traditional Bedouin lifestyle and also learn about their culture and traditions. The Sharjah tour also takes participants to other charming locations of the UAE. At the end of the day the tour takes the visitors to Dubai, which is considered as the jewel of the Persian Gulf. Dubai hosts some of the most amazing and luxurious hotels and attractions.

This is followed by an exciting camel trekking tour in Al Hajar Mountains. This adventure allows the visitors to see snow-capped mountains, dense forests, rolling plains, sand dunes and beautiful villages. After this desert safari in Sharjah the tourists can go down to the southern part of the UAE, where they can see pearl beaches, beautiful islands and breathtaking scenery. There are various tour operators who offer these four tickets booking pages, which are the first priority of the Dubai tourism industry.

The four-day Al Hajar Mountain tour starts with a visit to Sharjah's Old Town, which includes a visit to the tomb of the founder of Sharjah, King Faisal bin Abdul-Aziz. Then a trip to Al-Gabel and Al-Hafez Mosque is organized which witnesses the establishment of Islam's Holy mosques. The Sharjah tour also takes participants to the desert pass and takes them on a Jeep safari into the Thula Himyarite Waterfall and to the Al Hajar Mountains where there is a view of the rushing Thula Himyarite River. This Al Hajar Mountain tour is one of the most popular tours that takes the travelers through some of the most remarkable scenery in the UAE.

City Tour:

The Sharjah tour also visits the desert of Abu Dhabi, which is home to numerous shopping malls, restaurants, and luxury hotels. There is a leisurely drive along the coast from Sharjah to Satwa and then on to Fujairah. The drive covers the four regions of UAE that has its own share of adventure activities such as desert safaris, quad biking, snake charmers, desert camping and dune bashing. The trip ends in Al-Gabel and Al-Hafez. All these activities make the desert safari in Dubai, an experience of a lifetime.

Dune Bashing - this desert safari in Dubai makes the tourists take a" Picturesque Henna Experience" wherein they are transported to the world's oldest National Park. The participants are transported by a camel ride on the flat sands of the endless desert. The tour ends with a return journey to the camel ride location.

Another adventure tour that is arranged through the adventure tour company of Dubai is the hot air balloon trip. On this tour, participants take a ride to the sky and can view the magnificent cityscape of Dubai. This exciting tour is the ideal way to enjoy the beauty of Dubai. It is also ideal for the individuals who want to feel the touch of the sand on their skin.

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Desert safari is the perfect escapade for anyone who loves to explore new horizons and experience thrilling adventures. One can spend his entire lifetime touring the magnificent range of sand dunes, checking out the undulating waves of the Arabian sea, viewing the sun setting down on the Indian Ocean, while riding on camels and roaring through the rolling alleys of the ancient city. This safari is indeed an unforgettable experience. A tour to any of the four corners of the world is indeed incomplete without a desert safari trip. So, if you are also looking for an experience that will make your life long adventure into a memorable one, then make a Desert Safari a reality.

A desert safari can be made more exciting by adding some high speed activities such as desert safari cruising, sand dunes biking and quad biking. These can really make the trip all the more exciting. On a desert safari, one can visit places which are rarely visited by tourists and remain unknown. Some of the well-known destinations of a desert safari include Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, Sahara Desert, China, Egypt, Sinai and many more.

The best part of a desert safari is the morning Safari where you can take a comfortable bed and start to explore the amazing scenery of the place. You may begin your tour in Cairo, where you can sight see the Pyramids from the harbor. The most famous attraction of Egypt is of course the Egyptian Museum where you can view Egyptian artifacts.

After Cairo, you can travel towards Amman, the capital of Jordan. Here, you can witness the religious awakening of the people who have adopted Islam. You may also opt for the camel trekking tour of the desert and can travel to Nuweiba, the oldest city in Jordan. Besides camel trekking, you can enjoy an adventurous sand boarding session at the Dead Sea. And if you want to go for a luxurious Amman hotel, then it is highly recommended that you book an adult ticket booking page.

Dune Bashing:

Next on your desert safari adventure tour, you can travel towards the Dune Bashing area where you will be treated to the exhilarating activity of dune basking. The cool breeze of the dunes will caress your body and refresh your spirit. Apart from dune basking, there are other activities to enjoy during your adventure tour of Israel. The adventure tour of Israel offers exciting tours like the Israel Electric Company tours, Haifa's Light Stick Tour, or the tour of Eilat. No matter what you want to do during your adventure tour, you can definitely enjoy a great desert safari and experience the thrill of nature.

There are two types of desert safaris - the overnight safaris and day-trip tours. Overnight safaris cover longer distances and provide you with a chance to see the sites more than once. The sites covered in overnight safaris include Asolo Gores Reserve, Beit Oehlon and the Wadi Rum National Park. Day trip tours are shorter and aim to give you the chance to see only a few places. The sites visited in day trip tours can be Asolo Gores Reserve, Haifa and Eilat.

Each desert safari Dubai tour package has its own highlights. It is highly advisable that you read the tour package details before you make your choice. It is advisable that you choose the tour package that covers all the destinations and activities you would want to see. If you are planning to visit many different destinations and activities during your desert safari Dubai tour, then it is advisable that you make a tour plan, before buying your tickets.

Dubai desert safari starts at the Al-Badirah National Camp on the outskirts of Dubai. Here you will be treated to some spectacular views of the red dunes of the UAE. From here, the safari travels towards the Haifa port to reach the city. At the Haifa port, you can visit the many beaches of the emirate including its famous beach - Jumeirah.

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