I’m baaaack! With everything that has happened these past two weeks, I’m having such a tough time keeping my thoughts in order. It’s like everything wants to come out at once! I want to tell you about our magical vacation in Medellin (my hometown), the wonderful birthday planned by my mom and boyfriend at the time (now my fiancé, yay!) and our engagement story! Lets start with the day of the proposal:
We had decided that Friday would be the day that we would just chill. Champagne, a much-needed hot tub sesh and a couples massage was in order for that day after a decadent breakfast at the hotel…at 1 o’clock in the afternoon (we partied our asses off the night before, hence the late breakfast). We emerged from our couples massage in a total state of bliss and made it to our room for a quick afternoon nap and to get ready for dinner. Around five o’clock, I had a change of heart and I decided we would meet up with my childhood friend, Tepi, and then meet up with my mom and her boyfriend for dinner later. The original plan was to meet up with them at my grandparents’ home and then go to dinner from there. I texted my mom with the change of plans not knowing that something very special was supposed to happen at my grandparents’ that evening. Gabe (my fiancé) silently panicked and texted my mom with an S.O.S. My mom replied to my text asking me to reconsider my change of plans as my aunt would be there with her husband who had canceled a previous engagement to see me and wish me a happy birthday because he couldn’t make it on the actual date which was two days before.
A little bit of history:
I grew up in the apartment immediately below my grandparents’ apartment. We sold it when we moved to Miami twelve years ago; fortunately, my grandparents remain in their home which the layout is a carbon copy of our old apartment. I have very fond, very special memories in this building which is located in one of the city’s highest points and arguably has one of the best views in town. I remember sitting at the table in the balcony and doing my homework every night while enjoying the fire-colored sunsets and the city-view. I remember hosting birthday parties and crashing my parents’ mariachi parties growing up. My guitar lessons were also held in the balcony as well as my math tutoring sessions. I would hang out with my friends as we took turns using the hammock in the balcony while listening to Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and Mariah Carey. Some of my most memorable moments growing up and a lot of mundane ones, took place with the stunning view of the city of Medellin in the background, high up in the sky, nestled amongst the clouds in the balcony of our apartment. Knowing this, Gabe decided that he would give me the surprise of my life and proposed exactly there, high up in the sky, with the city, the mountains and moon as our backdrop, while my family watched from inside.
I was completely clueless as to what was about to take place. We arrived to the apartment and greeted my aunt, her husband and my grandparents. My mom and her boyfriend (it was a couples trip) were also there. I was famished as we completely forgot to have lunch so I went to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. The whole family seemed agitated about me being in the kitchen. I paid no mind to them and went about my business. I opened the freezer to find a room temperature Veuve Cliquot champagne bottle. I paused for a moment and thought, “How odd..My grandparents don’t drink, maybe we are having a toast to my birthday since my uncle couldn’t be here on the date.” It is after all, my favorite bubbly.
I was hungry and on a mission so I didn’t give it any more thought. I found a dip and crackers and started munching away, not knowing what as about to happen. I was sitting on the sofa next to Gabe when he grabbed my hand (with quite some authority if I may add) and escorted me outside to the balcony. It was a gorgeous, clear night. The moon was smiling down at us, the city excitedly blinking in the background as the mountains slept and blended in with the black night. He pulls me, wraps his arms around me and looks me in the eye. He starts telling me in a low, calm and loving tone how he loves that I’m his best friend, how he loves to be in my hometown and that now more than ever, he realizes that we belong together and in order for that to happen, he needs to ask me a question (there was a lot more said that will remain between us two), he produces a small velvet box from his left pocket and drops to one knee as he asks me, “Will you give me your hand in marriage, baby, will you marry me?”
Little did I know this was all being recorded, my mom and grandmother were on their third tissue by this time and that exact moment would end up on Instagram to share with the world!
My response? I was in such state of utter disbelief and shock that what came out of my mouth was, “What are you doing?”
I repeated this a couple of times, all in a whisper because it seemed like I had lost my voice at the precise moment when all I wanted to do was shout out “YESSSS!”
This all happened in a five second time-span, then I said “Yes” about five times, each one louder than the previous one, followed by a “Of course” and another “What are you doing?” in between hysterical laughter, tears and kisses. (I know, I’m a complete lunatic!)
I had never been more surprised in my life! Suddenly, the bottle I had seen in the freezer made its way out to fill our glasses for a family toast, all with the blinking Medellin city lights in the background as hugs and kisses and congratulatory wishes came and went.
We ended the night with a five-star, fifteen course dinner at El Cielo which was named one of Latin America’s 50 best restaurants. They recently expanded to Miami! Check them out in their new Brickell location.
Fairy tales do exist after all…I am one beyond-happy lady right now and I love that I get to share this with all of you!