A ground delay got us started
Christopher and I met on a Delta flight. By the time I checked into the flight, my seat had been apparently given away to a standby passenger; well, I protested and the gate agent gave me back my priority seat. As I struggled to get on the Boston-bound flight, I discovered my now-husband was in that seat. He was very gentlemanly and said no problem, he liked the aisle and asked if I would care to sit by the window. (This is what I call our first compromise.)
Our plane was ground delayed, and Chris and I eventually started talking. By the end of our six-hour flight we had exchanged e-mail addresses; we then exchanged e-mails for several weeks. I happened to be in London and he encouraged me to take the train to Paris, where he lived, for dinner. Our first real date was in a Paris bistro and our first kiss on the Eiffel Tower on a late August night. We married almost a year to that date and 14 years – and two beautiful kids – later, we still laugh about how we met, as we rarely chatted to the individuals we sat beside while travelling for business. It was destiny. Kim Brechin
Loved the music, then the man
At the South By Southwest music festival, I was standing in line with my best friend when we both noticed two guys in front of us: one was wearing a CBC Radio One bag. Given that these guys also looked Canadian, we sparked a conversation. It turned out they were not only from Canada, but Toronto. In fact, one of the guys (my now-partner) was living about 10 minutes away from me. For the rest of the week the four of us hung out at shows, had dinners together, and got to know each other. When we got back to Toronto we stayed in contact. I finally let my guard down during the NXNE festival here in Toronto; we’ve been together ever since. I proposed to him last year at SXSW and we’re getting married this July. (We’ll be honeymooning at the Iceland Airwaves festival this fall.) Kristine Williamson
A decade apart, a lifetime together
I met my husband in Brazil in 2002, but I didn’t realize it at the time.
In Salvador, my friends found a little pousada near the beach. They had made friends with one of the guys working there. His name was Thomas, and we fell in love almost instantly (although for me it was the moment he magically procured hot chocolate at midnight on the beach because I was missing home). We had a whirlwind mini romance, and then I went back to Canada, unable to abandon my plans for university to the whim of a romance half a world away. We tried to keep in touch, continuing to call and write, but it slowly dwindled.
Ten years passed, and I was looking for a placement to complete my master’s degree. I wanted to be back in the country that enthralled me, and got placed in Salvador, which of course meant I went straight to Facebook to look up the only person I knew there – Thomas.
Any thoughts of romance were distant memories. Then, as I strolled down the old cobblestone street to meet him for cafezinho, I saw him waiting and smiling. My heart skipped, and we both knew in that moment that the love we felt before was not a silly vacation romance. We have been happily living our own adventure together ever since. We celebrated in true Brazilian style at our wedding overlooking the Bay of All Saints in Salvador on Nov. 23, 2013. Happy travels! Kimberly WestReport Typo/Error