Another day… Another country.

Yesterday, I woke up and looked out of the window to see… Praha (or Prague, as we tend to know it).

Not a very nice view of a city I’m so fond of, I have to say. Prague is where my wife and I met for the very first time. In fact, this is the very first picture I ever took of Tatiana.

Not a particularly flattering shot, really. Although it did capture the atmosphere of the old town quite well. But it’s an important shot for me. Because, the truth of the matter is, I had no idea when I took it, that less than 48 hours later I’d be back on the Charles Bridge, ring in hand, proposing to her.

Of course, my wife tries not to think about it too much. She’s been kicking herself for the past eight years because her mind went blank at the very moment I proposed. She couldn’t remember the English word for ‘nyet’ and said yes by mistake.

Sorry babe… those are the breaks!

Hehe! Actually, we went back last year and had a little reminisce (and a lot of Dom Perignon).

A beautiful place… Wonder where I’ll wake up tomorrow?