About five months after my fiancé and I met, I moved to Guatemala to spend a year working as a volunteer. He managed to spend about a month down there with me, but it was tough to be so far apart for so long. I came back to Boston for graduate school to be with him. When I finished my program, we celebrated with a return trip to Guatemala. We fit in a visit to the Mayan ruins at Tikal, a long lost city in the middle of a rainforest. We stayed in Flores, a quaint town built on an island in Lago Peten Itza. Tikal is famous for its massive stone pyramids that tower over the jungle canopy. My boyfriend was planning to ask me on top of one of the pyramids, but as the day grew longer, the sun grew hotter, the stairs of the temples fell steeper and the likelihood of my falling from the top in excitement greatly increased, he decided to wait.
So he waited until we were back on the balcony of our hotel in Flores, watching the sunset over the lake, before he asked me to marry him. He proposed with a giant fake rhinestone ring, and I don't even think I held it together long enough to say yes. I was so surprised and happy! Guatemala was the perfect place for him to ask, since our relationship had been forged across (and despite) the distance, and my time there was so formative for both of us. We are looking forward to our wedding in May and even more to a lifetime of love and work together to make the world a better place.