The next big adventure...

Friend to Tori: "How old is too old?" Tori to Friend: "30" Friend: "How about a little older?" ... and the rest is history.

On our second trip to Italy, for the Giro D'Italia, in a little town called Bormeo, we began our second day there with a hike up a mountain called the Passo De Stelvio. After walking up and witnessing that day's race stage, we walked back down and spent the day experiencing the town. After an afternoon of exploring, we ate some food (very likely it was pizza) and headed back to our perfect little Airbnb. Joe had expressed that he wanted to drive up the Stelvio to see the views from the top, so we got our selves together and ready quickly and headed back out. It was a 45-minute drive to the top and along the way we stopped for scenic pictures. Towards the top, Joe kept saying that he wanted to get a certain picture of a particular view, the location of which we debated about. When we arrived at the top, after taking in the breathtaking view, Joe said that that wasn't the spot he thought it was and we made our way back down the mountain. After getting out two more times, we finally arrived at the spot he had been waiting for and got out of the car. I was taking a panoramic picture of the view and Joe asked me to come and take a picture with him. I walked over to him, we took a picture, and he dropped to one knee. "For three years, I have known. Will you marry me?" At the moment, I was able to say only one word, and that was "YES."