Tyron: So, it all began at a bar called Legends—which sounds dramatic already, right?

Yulán: Honestly, it kind of was. It used to be this sports bar with sticky floors, the unmistakable smell of tequila, late-night chips and overplayed 2000s hits playing in the background.

Tyron: We started as friends. Late nights at the bar turned into even later nights next door at Too Much, where we spent all the money we had just earned—because financial responsibility was clearly not the priority. Classy, we know...

Yulán: From there the friendship turned flirty. And I remember we went to the cricket. I was rocking my ACDC t-shirt, one of their songs came on and... naturally, I started head banging. The crowd cheered. My hair flew. AND TYRON MISSED IT!?

Tyron: Nico filled me in... It would have been a real 'How I met your mother' moment!

Yulán: And a few days later, with salt curling through the air and the distant crash of waves, we became official.

Tyron: Since then? Festivals, road trips, Yulán's 21st birthday in Cape Town, a couple of cats we “adopted” (don’t ask questions), two flats, and so many memories.

Yulán: He cheered me on through college, graduation, and all the chaos in between. We even got baptised together. That was a moment I’ll never forget.

Tyron: Oh—and Mozambique. First with my family, then back again with friends a year later to relive it all, with a bit more sunscreen and a lot more, well you know...

Tyron: Six years of real love. Not always perfect, but always real. And somehow, it still feels like we’re just getting started.

Yulán: Wait, the proposal! So, I’d just woken up from a nap—after a glorious day of sun, beach, and one-too-many cocktails—when Tyron asked me to close my eyes and trust him.

Tyron: Which, to be fair, is a big ask when you’ve just woken up and someone’s been acting like a distracted lunatic all day.

Yulán: Exactly! I thought something was wrong! He was distant, pacing, totally in his head. I genuinely thought he was having a meltdown. Meanwhile…

Tyron: I was planning something big. The wind had ruined my original idea—thanks, Mozambique—but thankfully Rachel swooped in with a plan that was chef’s kiss.

Yulán: She basically saved the day.

Tyron: She did. We found this beautiful, arched walkway on the path to the beach—serene, quiet, like it was made for the moment. The family jumped into full ‘Mission Proposal’ mode: petals scattered, sign positioned, every detail set while she snoozed peacefully, completely unaware.

Yulán: Then I get dragged, half-asleep, through the chalets—past the pool, down the stairs, eyes closed, heart pounding…

Tyron: And when she opened them, there it was. The arches, the flowers, the salty sea breeze, and me, already on one knee, asking her to marry me.

Yulán: Tears. Ugly tears. Happy tears. Laughter. Champagne. ALL the feelings. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

Tyron: She said yes. Obviously. And here we are—planning a Greek wedding bash with zero chill and all the chaos.

Yulán: As it should be.

Tyron: It may have started with cocktails and a crowded bar, but it’s led us here—on a journey richer than any myth, filled with laughter, grace, and just the right amount of olives.