About 4 years ago, in the shadow of the Peruvian Andes, a guy was working in his bar when he met a girl. He fell for her straight away and delighted in every moment she was around him. One night, she was out celebrating a friend’s birthday and they came into the bar; later in the evening, the girl suggested he join them and, without a second thought, the guy shut down the bar and spent the evening partying and dancing with her. Fast forward a few months and they’re walking up a mountain together. The guy had butterflies in his stomach, he knew this girl was special and hoped upon hopes that she might feel the same way about him. He lucked out, she did. They dated for a few months, he hung around the village where she was working and helped to protect her from the mice in the roof. When her time in the Peace Corps was over the guy bought a van and asked her to drive off with him into the sunset – he lucked out, she did…
They travelled through South America in their van, lived in Colombia, and explored the United Kingdom together; the girl fell more and more in love with him. One lovely London evening she was taken on a surprise picnic on Primrose Hill, and there, looking out over a panorama of the London city skyline he asked her a magical question- Will you marry me? And that was the beginning of the rest of their lives…