Way too early by local standards—it was only 1 AM, after all. The place was empty. Fortunately, he and his friends were just looking for a quiet spot to grab a beer. Then came the meet-cute. What were the chances? It was her first week in a new city and only her second year abroad. (Spain was always meant to be temporary—or so she thought.) But he just kept getting everything right. Before long, she was head over heels. And against all odds (read: bureaucracy), they figured out how to stay side by side, taking a new leap together in Barcelona. Six years later—through a pandemic, new jobs, apartment moves, globe-trotting adventures, bilingual mix-ups, countless laughs, and even a jealous chihuahua—they're finally making it official. When he proposed in Granada, not far from where they first met, she said she thought he’d never ask. He said he’d always known he would.