Sydney Australia Proposal
One of the most incredible things about Mr. Wishbone is how well he travels. He’s organized, has a good sense of direction, and—most importantly—is adventurous. He’ll stop anywhere, try anything, and has no problem letting us get completely lost exploring a new place. And traveling together really strengthened us as a couple.
So when he turned to me one morning and said, “Let’s go to Sydney in two weeks,” I was into it. We’re last minute travelers, so I didn’t think twice about a crazy last minute international adventure. And while we’d been talking about getting engaged for a while, the thought of a proposal in Sydney never crossed my mind. As far as I knew, he didn’t have a ring. Turns out, the proposal almost didn’t happen.
Sydney Harbour: It’s even cooler in real life.
We weren’t planning on being in Sydney long—only three days on the ground (and one on each end for travel). I didn’t feel like I could take the days from work, so we made the most of the time we had. ESPECIALLY on day one, where Mr. Wishbone planned a seriously full day. Bike riding around town, lots of sightseeing and walking, a climb up the towers on the Harbour Bridge. It was an AMAZING way to see things, but there was one thing he didn’t think of: I’m CRANKY when I’m tired. And after 14 hours with a baby crying one row back, I was tired.
We ended the night up on the bridge (see exhausted selfie below). Turns out, that’s where he was planning to propose. But running all day on no sleep, biking MILES around town, walking more, eating very little, and facing my fear of heights left me cranky, hungry, and generally unpleasant. He kept the ring in his pocket…and I didn’t find out about it till later.
So…I’m not real good with heights.
Day two, we headed out to Bondi Beach in the early afternoon, after some exploring near our hotel (in Chinatown) all morning. And he figured he should leave the ring in the hotel safe. Turns out, the views left him regretting that decision. It is SERIOUSLY beautiful, even if it was a little chilly to swim.
The Pool at Bondi: No filter needed
I had NO idea the pressure he was feeling the next day. It was our last full day in Sydney, and we had a great time wandering around, drinking all the coffee (me), taking all the photos (him), and generally seeing the sights.
We were wandering back to the hotel to catch one last sunset when he came across his kryptonite…a record store. And not just any record store, but one that stocked a crazy assortment of funk and soul records. Suddenly, an hour had gone by and he was RUSHING us into an Uber, rather than the leisurely walk home we’d planned. It was drizzling and he was carrying a load of records, so I still didn’t suspect anything.
Mr. Wishbone in Photographer Mode
Somehow we made it up to the observatory, overlooking the harbor minutes before sunset, and settled in to watch the colors. It was BEAUTIFUL. And I was so distracted by the scenery that I didn’t even notice him shuffling through his backpack and pulling out the ring, until he proposed (right after I shooed him away so I could take this photo).
I’m not ENTIRELY sorry I shooed him away for this.
I don’t remember what he said, exactly. But I absolutely said yes. It was a total no-brainer…one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. And not just because the ring is so spectacular. 😉 Turns out, he’d talked to my parents MONTHS before the proposal, and they kept the secret as well as he did.
One sparkly selfie!
After the proposal, the skies opened up and it SERIOUSLY poured. We booked it to the Opera House for cover, a cocktail, and yet another beautiful view (the theme of our trip, I suppose).
It’s raining, it’s pouring, it’s beautiful!