At the tail end our Antigua trip, most of my family was on the same flight home a few hours earlier than the flight John and I were on, so, after they all headed to the airport, we had some time with just the two of us. Originally we were talking about going sailing, but with the time to get down to the water and back, we’d be rushing around, so we decided to just hang back at the villa and pretend it was ours.
We spent time soaking in the view and swimming around in our private infinity pool and the couple hours flew by. We had a taxi coming to pick us up at our villa around 1pm for our (what I thought was) 4pm flight, so we got our stuff ready to go and around 1:10pm, I called down to the front desk to check in on the taxi and make sure it was coming to our villa and not the front desk. They informed me it was running late (duh) but that it was coming and to just hang tight.
Since I’d been so unplugged all week, I hadn’t checked in to our flight yet, so decided to try to do it on my phone while waiting for the taxi. Once I logged in, I quickly realized that while our flight was at 4pm Eastern time, it was at 3pm local time (!!!!) so not only was our cab running late, but our flight was an hour earlier than I thought. I turned to John and told him we were definitely going to miss our flight, but we decided there are much worse places to be stuck and basically said “Oh well”.
The rest of the story went something like this.
John: Babe, come out on the balcony.
Me: No! We don’t have time! Let’s get our stuff outside and be waiting for when the taxi arrives if we have any chance of making this flight!
John: Come on, let’s soak in the view one last time. The taxi’s not even here yet.
Me: Ugh… Ok.
So, I begrudgingly walked out onto the balcony and we soaked in the breathtaking views one last time.
John: This is so beautiful.
Me: I know. I can’t believe we have to leave!
John: I want to do this forever.
John: Do you?
And then, slightly confused, I turned around to face him, and he was down on one knee saying sweet things I can barely remember but finishing with, “Will you marry me?”
In the same breath, I said “YES! But, we have to go now!” so he put the gorgeous ring on my finger and all of a sudden I had a fiance!
The above picture is from later because we were in such a rush to get to the airport that we didn’t take any engaged pictures in Antigua!
We ended up in the taxi a few minutes later and the local driver knew the roads like the back of his hand so he booked it to the airport, with John and me giddy in the backseat. Somehow, we made it to the airport with just over an hour until our flight took off, and made it through all the lines and to our gate with a few minutes to spare.
And while many people might think that was the exact wrong time for someone to propose, for us, it was perfect. The only person we told we were engaged was the customs agent when he asked us how our vacation was, and it felt really special to have our little secret for several hours on our trip home until we made it back to the states and could start calling our families and closest friends. John had been saying the trip was his favorite vacation of all time, and I have to say, with that ending to the trip, I can agree.