In light of the Royal Wedding it got me thinking more about my own wedding and reminiscing about my proposal in Iceland last year. It caught me off guard so much that it then turned into quite an amusing story.
New Years Eve in Iceland is a huge family event, with community bonfires and giant family firework displays. We had spent the day at an Icelandic cookery school, Salt Eldhús, and cooked ourselves an amazing three course meal. We then headed out to one of the bonfires where the Northern lights made the most beautiful appearance directly above us. Usually you have to drive quite far out of town to catch a glimpse of them as the light pollution of the town does not allow for the night sky to be clear enough to see them but they were so strong dancing through the sky. Hundreds of people descended on the bonfires, letting off fireworks and holding sparklers.
After the bonfire, we headed back to Loft Hostel where we were staying. Jack had realised that the fire exit took us right up onto the roof where we had a panoramic view of the city. What we did not realise is that the roof terrace actually belonged to the club next door and suddenly we were surrounded by clubbers in skimpy outfits, where as we were still in 5 layers looking like Michelin Men! Despite this, the whole city came alive with hundreds of families letting off their fireworks and the view we had was incredible.
The count down came and went and I genuinely thought that Jack would be kicking himself that he had missed the opportunity on the most beautiful evening; but how wrong was I.
J: ‘Do you know what would make this day even better?’
V: *staring off oblivious into the distance mesmerised by the fireworks* ‘No, what?’
J: ‘If you would agree to marry me?’
V: *bursts out laughing* ‘What are you talking about?’
J: ‘I’ve got the ring and everything.’ *opens ring box to show my Nan’s ring*
V: *realising that we’ve been staying in a hostel all week* ‘You best have been carrying that around with you all week!’
J: ‘Do I need to get down on one knee?’ *Takes hold of my hand, steps backwards into the icy snow, slips and nearly pulls me over with him*
V: *continues to laugh*
J: ‘Are you going to say yes or what?’
V: ‘Of course I’m going to say yes!’