DAY 2 - Torremolinos
Trip Start Apr 27, 2008
7Trip End May 03, 2008
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If the hotel's sea view room wasn't enough to make it 4 stars, the champagne breakfast buffet was. So we stuffed ourselves there that morning, and stuffed a bag with food for a free picnic lunch later. I think Justin was happy to finally find American-like coffee instead of the Spanish pixie-cup size espresso.
After breakfast, we headed out to do more walking and to hang out on the beach. Or, for Justin, to swim in the freezing Mediterranean. He escaped my plan of burying him in the sand by diving in the sea within our first 10 min there. Pretty sure he was about the only person swimming.
I stuck my foot, but other than that, I stayed happily on my hotel "beach" towel that I later learned wasn't supposed to leave the hotel room.
We also later learned that people here in southern Spain are a little more liberal with their beach apparel than at your community swimming pool. I could have done just fine without that cultural exchange, especially when it dealt with women over 60.
For supper that night we ate at an Italian restaurant, which we finally ended up choosing because it smelled the best out of all the restaurants we'd walked by.
The food was good, but I think that Barry White's "Can't get enough of your love" was stuck on repeat. That or all his songs sound exactly like that song.
We were eating on Spanish time, so it was already after 10 by the time we'd finished supper. We dropped leftovers off at the hotel room and - what else - did more beach walking. The beach was equally as pretty at night as during the day with all the Malaga city lights framing the seashore in the distance, finally fading where the mountains met the water.
I'd decided we'd walked enough, so when we came to an area with beach chairs (again a touristy name, Paella beach), I suggested we stop for a minute and take in the lights. We walked down the red and white boardwalk toward the sea and sat on the beach chair closest to the shore. The breeze had picked up closer to the water and the waves echoed as they rushed our direction.
Justin sat behind me, listening to me talk about how I much I liked all the lights. We laughed about the great music at dinner and some people watching we'd done on the beach earlier that day. We sat in silence for a while. Somehow the conversation turned to the ever-popular question: What are we going to be doing next year? Justin told me didn't want to ever have to go four months without seeing me again. I agreed. He said he was ready to have me with him, back at home this year and through whatever next year and the years after that would bring. Again, I agreed.
"Julia," he began, "will you marry me?"
His hand now held a diamond ring. I'm sure my eyes were huge. "Yeah" I managed, caught in the moment and in the surprise of a question I hadn't seen coming.
I took a second, registered that, yes, Justin had just asked me to marry him, put on the ring (which is exactly the ring I would have chosen for myself) and turned to face Justin, who now had one of the biggest smiles I'd seen on his face.
"Yes," I restated. "Of course I'll marry you."
So it turns out that he'd been planning this for a while, and our families already knew. My parents had approved on the condition that we call them after we were engaged. When Justin had initially called to talk to my parents, he asked if they could meet for coffee but - suprise, suprise - my family was busy. So he decided to go to church with them the next morning and talk to them afterward. My dad and brothers placed bets on what he wanted to discuss. No surprise there either. They probably put money on whether or not I would say yes, too.
As promised, we called our families from a pay phone, first mine in Missouri, then his in Washington. They were all super excited. I'm still to find out who won the bets my family had going or if there was money involved.
Later, I decided, getting engaged on Southern Spain's Mediterranean beach surrounded by the lights of the Costa del Sol sure topped anything I'd seen back when I'd watch "Perfect Proposal" on TLC at high school softball team meals :) Needless to say, I felt blessed.
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