MARCO

Marco is my host father, whom I simply adore. Marco is a particular man who likes to look nice, wear nice things, and to always be in the know. Marco is impossibly handsome and on top of that extremely smart. Marco is a lawyer in Castres. Marco loves to drink, and always has a reason to do so. Marco doesn’t speak a word of English, but loves music. He has a very unique ear and a great memory. So if he can hear the words of a song, he knows how to say them with a perfect accent. He is always saying things to me like, ‘Don’t stop believing,’ and ‘While my guitar gently weeps.’ When he leaves he looks at me and says ‘I’ll be back.’ Marco is always smiling, dancing, singing and laughing. He is the life of every party and everyone loves Marco. He is always watching out for me, making sure I am warm, fed and happy. He uses his phone to translate what he needs to tell me. The translations are hilarious and usually sound something along the lines of, ‘A scarf would be a pleasant welcome, the mountains are likely to be chilled at the night.’ Marco and Marie have been together for roughly 7 or 8 years, and have no children together. But Marco does have an eight-year-old son named Sasha, who is the sweetest boy. Marco adores his son. Sasha lives in Madrid with his mother, and only comes every other weekend. When Sasha is here you can see in Marco’s eyes how much he loves this boy. After Sasha leaves, Marco gets very sad for the following few days. On mother’s day, Marco bought me an orange rose, and gave the rose to me with an adorable grin on his face. I love Marco. He is an amazing father, and excellent husband to Marie, and has a beautiful heart.