We met at a coffee shop in Carlsbad, California. James proposed one morning in bed when I woke up, the morning of my birthday. The day of the wedding was clear, cool, gorgeous. It was an absolutly epic, beautiful day. Then the ceremony started and it began to rain.
Turkey is unfamiliar and enchanting – a country packed with ancient history, unreal architecture and vibrant people. We spent six months in Istanbul, a unique city which straddles two continents, Asia and Europe, and every weekend we set out to explore the historic city once named Constantinople.
We met at the beginning of 2008 when I started working for Joel’s father’s company. We started seeing each other in July that year and we’ll celebrate our eight-year anniversary in Paris on Bastille Day this year. A little side story – shortly after I’d started, Joel’s father Tony mentioned to his mother that he’d found a lovely girl at work who would be perfect for Joel. Suffice to say, I think he was right! The proposal happened on a trip to South America for the 2014 Football World Cup (we’re big sports fans).
We both moved to NYC after graduating, and originally met in a sketchy club on the West Side Highway in November 2011 (we only discovered this a few years later when we found a selfie Brandon took on a Kodak disposable and I was in the background). We ended up meeting properly six months later at a bar with mutual friends. We got married at one of the oldest churches in Panama.