Every love story is beautiful, but ours is our absolute favorite handwritten epic. Here are the defining chapters of our path to Fiesole.
We met by pure coincidence under a sudden afternoon downpour on a Parisian bookstore balcony. Aurelia was holding a weather-worn translation of Neruda's poetry, and Julian had an extra umbrella. A brief exchange of words turned into a five-hour conversation about art, sea-tides, and architecture over espresso at Café de Flore.
Our first true journey together took us through the sun-blanched houses of Amalfi. High up on the cliffs, tasting fresh lemon sorbet, we realized that our spirits matched perfectly in adventure and silence alike. It was here, looking out over the endless blue tide, that Julian whispered 'I love you' for the first time.
We combined our lives into a light-filled loft in Boston. Between packing crates, watercolor paints, and designing books, we created our sanctuary. We learned to love each other’s morning rituals—Aurelia’s slow tea brewing and Julian’s jazz vinyl records spinning on lazy Sundays.
Deep within the glowing ice caves of Iceland, Julian got down on one knee. With the glacier singing its ancient song above us and the temperature well below freezing, the warmth in our hearts was indescribable. Aurelia said 'Yes' before he could even finish the question.