My then-boyfriend was taking me to Mexico for the first time. To make sure I had a fantastic impression, he got us each our own rooms at a lovely resort a block from the beach in Playa del Carmen. Though I wasn’t supposed to know it, he was just too excited to actually keep the secret. He was going to propose.
On our last day there, he had the whole day planned. It was his birthday after all.
We started the morning at the Cenotes. They were these gorgeous freshwater pools. There was a little cliff we could jump off of and there were gorgeous fish everywhere and it was all perfect.
Until he bought fish food.
The moment that food hit the water, every fish in the place was in our faces. When they started nibbling on my legs and feet, I laughed. And I swallowed the water. The one thing they tell you never to do in Mexico is drink the water.
Within 30 minutes, I’m not feeling well. He had done all this research and found us this great little seafood place. I didn’t even want to look at seafood. He took me to see the beautiful pyramids. I had to stop every few minutes to sit because I was feeling so bad.
We had to take an hour-long bus ride back to our hotel. Then he dropped me off at my room and told me to take a nap. He’d pick me up in two hours for our evening plans.
The nap did little to help. I could barely drag myself out of bed to get into the shower. When he knocked at the door, my hair was still wet and I wasn’t dressed. I pulled may dress over my head and answered the door, looking like death warmed over, I’m sure.
I told him I didn’t think I could go out. He said, “That’s okay. But could you put on your shoes?”
The heat hit me as soon as I exited the door. My stomach rolled. Then he put on a blindfold. He led me down the hall and to the stairs. I got only a few steps down before I had to stop. I took deep breaths across from a beautiful waterfall and the ground-lit pool and the crickets playing in the well-cut grass and thought, “YOU’VE GOT TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!”
I gathered myself, he put the blindfold back on, and we made it to the bottom of the stairs before I started shouting, “I can’t! I can’t!” He ran to the bathroom, got a trashcan, and I vomited.
Then I ran back up stairs to brush my teeth and throw a bit of make-up on. I reached the bottom of the stairs once more, but he’s no where in sight. I called and called, keeping my eyes down as I walked along the little stone path.
When he finally heard me, he tried to put the blindfold back on, but I said, “Why don’t I just close my eyes?” He led me farther up the stone path and when told me to open my eyes, the sight took my breath away.
There was a little outdoor room with gauzy curtains swaying in the ocean breeze. Inside, flower petals and candles covered the floor. On the bed were shells and more candles in the shape of a heart. In the center, in biggest shell, sat the ring.
He handed me a dozen roses and told me how much he loved me and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Then he asked, “Will you marry me?”
I said yes almost before he could finish.
We have an unusual engagement story and I love it! What’s your engagement story? Or your most romantic moment? Was it funny or sweet? Was it planned or spur of the moment? I can’t wait to hear!