While in Italy, we spent 1 night on the island of Capri. The bus system is not for the faint of heart - but we successfully made it back to our B&B while faaaaairly wine drunk late at night, so we had no doubts we could do it again while sober-minded the next morning. Right? WRONG. Joey had a secret photographer planted in the Garden where he would propose, with an agreed upon 9am SHARP incognito meeting time. So at 8:50am when we realized we hopped on a bus that took us to the OPPOSITE side of the island, did Joey panic? Nope. He was texting the photographer (in Italian, mind you) right next to me on the cramped bus. Did I notice? Nope. Did I think twice when he splurged to grab us an expensive last minute taxi to RUSH to the gardens...also nope. I was just passenger-princess with no suspicions, because he stayed so cool, calm, and collected. Were we late? Yes. Did he still make eye-contact with the photographer and pull off the surprise? Yes. Did I say 'yes'?Well...actually....no, I didn't. Because he didn't actually ask me to 'marry him'. That's a story for another day ;)