Chris and I love to travel. I blame it on the fact that I was born in the Philippines and had my first passport at the age of two (when my parents and I moved to the States). Domestic, international, regional…we’re always looking for an excuse to go somewhere and to explore new places.
Our first big trip together (actually, our first trip together, period) was during spring break of our senior year in college. We went on a fabulous Contiki tour all over Italy. It was great, we met a bunch of new friends, and best of all, we managed not to kill each other after spending 16 days together. Big step in a relationship, huh? ;)
Florence holds a special place in my heart because well…that’s where I realized I loved Chris. I mean, I knew he was going to be my husband when we both went to Costco, very early in our relationship, ate our hot dogs plain (Polish sausage, yum!), and used the condensation on our soda cups to “wash” our hands. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. But it was in Florence when it hit me full force like, holy crap, I love this guy– overlooking the Arno River just as the sun slipped below the horizon.
Fast forward to about a year and some months later, when I was moving out of my apartment in Irvine. Chris had this idea of writing a note to our future selves and hiding it somewhere in the apartment, with the hope that some occupant down the line would mail it back to us. In the craziness of moving, we didn’t have time to write notes, but we did put a photo of us from that Florence trip in an envelope.
And we forgot about it. We got engaged, got married, moved to Philadelphia, moved back to California, started life together…and we had completely forgotten about this photo.
Until last week, when it resurfaced at Chris’ parents’ house, nearly 5 years to the date.
We had no idea when we would see it again, so we went a bit overboard with the postage.
The photo we took in Florence. We made the climb up to the top of the Duomo, and what you can’t see in the picture is Chris’ DEATH GRIP on my hand. Turns out he’s scared of heights, haha
So thank you, maintenance guy, for sending us back a piece of our early history! (And for the awesome smiley face too!)
Five years ago today, we put a little piece of ourselves in an envelope, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and stuck it underneath the bathroom sink in my old apartment, completely leaving its return up to fate. I’m so, so thankful that we were able to open it together (I’ll admit, my jaw dropped in surprise)…here’s to getting more letters from the past! :)