In the great metropolis of New York, a cynical Deena had just returned from a solo trip to Ireland, England, Malta, Madeira, Germany, Spain and Portugal. In the midst of the hiking, surfing, sight seeing and wandering, she has deep philosophical discussions with friendly travelers, which change her perspective on dating and decides to give it a second chance. She is back in the Big Apple for four days already, with a 24 hour shift at the hospital under her belt-- she is rushing back to the city after attending a friend's bridal shower in New Jersey; already running 2 hours late to her first date since returning home. Her friends wish her luck as they drop her off and she rolls her eyes. Minutes later Deena finds herself facing an eloquent banker from London (the accent did not phase her) by the name of Richard who impressed her by his intelligence, wit and style. The rest is history. A romance slowly blossoms between London and New York over mutual love of art, culture, intellectual debate, traveling and nature.

Go to New York a friend said, have a good time, but don't fall in love. Oops! It's difficult to cast my mind back to that Sunday night in Hell's Kitchen, so much has happened since then, traveling, laughs, culture, we've grown so much. I didn't know what to expect that Sunday night. New Yorkers are so similar to Londoners in so many ways, friendlier than I expected but also motivated. What I didn't expect was for Deena to be late, quite late indeed. How boring my life would have been if I'd not waited around. One minor decision at time impacting everything for the better. On to the next adventure.

When Deena was in London over Bank holiday weekend, Richard cooked a proper Sunday roast (complete with Yorkshire pudding) and set a beautiful table in the garden of his London home. After Deena was done checking out the blueberry bushes (stressing that they need to be manicured), Richard went down on one knee and asked Deena to marry him with his grandmother's engagement ring. She obviously said yes.