Looking back, there were signs all along. I was the dork-dweeb who was pre-occupied w/ other things, I didn’t notice a thing:
-Fiancé & I have been dating since 2001.
-Sept 2008 – He surprised me w/ a plane ticket and itinerary for Portugal. He has been studying how to speak Portuguese for a year and kept it a secret from me!
-March 2009 – We went to Portugal. The proposal story starts here.
Day 1 of our vacation. We were in Sintra, Portugal — a small town but full of castles, gardens, & historic sites. Since he planned the whole trip, I had to go along with his itinerary. (I’m usually the Type A who plans everything so I was a bit uneasy.) We went to Pena Palace first (a beautiful castle on top of a hill). Half a mile downhill from the Pena Palace, there was another historic site, the Moors Castle, that one can hike to. I suggested that we should visit that since it was only half a mile hike downhill and we can save on Euros instead of taking the bus. He became stubborn and refused to go. He said he wanted to go to Cabo da Roca Beach in Ursa (a town about 40 mins from Sintra). I didn’t think that made sense. Why not stay in Sintra and enjoy all the historical sites there first then go to Cabo da Roca Beach some other day? We could also save time and Euros. He didn’t want to hear it. He was getting a little too controlling (which he never is coz he’s the easy going one out of the two of us) and I was getting a little miffed. We still went to Cabo da Roca. I figured: Fine. We’ll do it his way since I don’t speak Portuguese. If he leaves me, I won’t know my way around.
We arrived at Cabo da Roca beach. (Google the place, ladies….it’s beautiful!) He started hiking downhill towards a scenic part of the beach. Meanwhile, here I am being a complete diva. There were no other tourists around so visions of the horror film “Turista” went in my head. What if there were killers lurking here? Is there a clean bathroom somewhere? I need to pee! Good lord! I needed to pee…and I didn’t want to pee in the bushes! So, I screamed, “Hon, I need to pee!” He turned around, gave me the most annoyed looked and said, “Woman…you have GOT to be kidding me!” He kept walking. By this time, I was thinking: What has gotten into him? He was so tense. We got to the scenic spot so I started taking pictures. Then, he turned all serious and demanded that I “shut off the camera.” Ohhhkay….Mr. Control Freak. Then, he went down on his knees and proposed. I was a blubbering, crying, idiot after that. After recovering, he said that he has been planning the proposal for 1 year. He went to my parent’s house 1 month before the trip to ask permission. He googled Cabo da Roca beach and decided he was going to propose there because:
a) I love beaches
b) I like privacy so he didn’t want to propose in a beach where there are tons of tourists (To him, Hawaii was too cliché — bless his heart — I would’ve been ok w/ a proposal by Lake Michigan but he said I never considered Lake Michigan a “real beach” coz I always referred to the “beaches” I grew up with that was by the Pacific Ocean. He was determined to propose by an OCEAN…not a LAKE.)
c) Cabo da Roca was the western most tip of Europe where land meets the sea and it kinda symbolized “us” according to him (He’s the land: born in USA, likes to be on firm ground (he hates being on a boat), & likes running. I’m the sea: born in the tropical Philippines, loves the beach, and likes to swim.) Since we met, we can spend our life together in the US across the Atlantic ocean which was the way we were facing when we were in Cabo da Roca. Awww, how sweet.
So, as you can see…there were signs all over. I just did not see them coz I was too concerned about practical matters. Dork dweeb, I tell ‘ya!