| ~*Truelies*~ | I always thought it wasn't the place but who you were with, and what you were doing that mattered. In my case it'd be the top of my back garden (B'ham, England), late at night, lying on a blanket looking at the stars with the man I love(d). It took my breath away and is still the most romantic memory I have. |
| Ali | Alright...I'm going to have to say Jamacia...I absolutely love that place...It's so amazing...The weather is great...And as for the atmosphere...Just perfect...*smile* |
| Kirk | Empty train station at night in Portugal, talking about Veronika (who decided I shouldn't come visit her as well that trip) with Baptista, who was tragically in love with his french teacher. I spoke no portugese and he spoke very rough english but with the booze and the moonlight it was terrific. |
| Jubal29717 | I have a farm in a very rural area. It is far from any large city, and so is VERY dark at night. It is a wonderful place to go, spread a blanket and lie down, and watch the stars. It is amazing what one can see. We did not get to go watch the Leonid shower, but that would have been an awesome place to do it. |
| Violet | This question was so hard for me! I couldn't answer with just one... so I picked two. When I was 17, I sat on a bench at the top of a hill over looking the pristine Skanderborg Lake in Denmark. The ground was covered with smooth, white snow, the sky was filled with stars, and the soft light reflected in the lake's glassy surface. My breath made white clouds in the air with every rough danish sentence I spoke. We talked for hours in the cold, holding hands, until we fell silent and watched the little red buses zip in and out of the country side on the other side of the water. And the other... (Not in order of preference!) I was sitting at a table in the cascade dining room of Timberline Lodge. The lighting was soft and romantic. The food was good and the wine was sweet. I was looking into the eyes of a man who truly loves me as I am. He took my hand, and told me how he felt for me (mirroring my own thoughts.) He got down on bended knee and asked me to marry him. My heart stopped. My hands shook. My eyes filled with tears. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. Now, when I think of romantic places, I think of Timberline Lodge and smile. :-) Sorry to write a novel!! |
| Misti | Cold Spring, New York. That is where Chris officially proposed to me, overlooking the Hudson and West Point. |
| B.K. | Anywhere on the beaches of Maui at sunrise or sunset, darn, probably anytime..ha One more place thats been blown to smithereens by it's own volcano. It's a small island off the coast of Antiga called Montserrat and there was a recording studio there, that sst on top of the mountain and overlooked the black silky sand beaches, called Air Studios (It was built for the Beatles) Incredible place away from it all. |
| Galadrial | Cinnamon Bay in St. John...close second on same island was at the end of the last paved road---this amazing valley that was alive with hibiscus and white star jasmine... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. |
| Just Some Girl | Inside my own skin when I'm in love. |
| Rhetoric | I would have to say the crest of a certain mountain on the border of West Virginia and Virginia. You can sit in the tall grass and look for miles at what I am sure is 4 states away, but actually only one. Pipestem Resort is nearby and it also has amazing views. I just love to look out over the mountains. Gooy, but quite calming and romantic. |
| deevaa | in the deep dark depths of the Marlborough Sounds, we'd had dinner in a resturant accessible only by boat, and the in the dark took a walk up to a glow warm cave... it was amazing on a warm summers evening, until I slipped and fell down a bank making so much noise the glow worms all put their butts out. |
| TJ Holland | Got up very early and drove an Austen Healy (I think??) through a mountain pass to hike out near Mt.St Helen. Brought wine and bread and cheese. We ate in a glen and...NO LIE!...four little birds spent an hour taking turns swooping down and perching on our hands to eat the bread! I put crumbs on my belly and two birds sat on me and ate. Then we hiked for an hour, eating huckleberries as we went, found a good high spot, cracked open the second bottle of wine and watched the sun set behind the pinnacle of St. Helen. It was September 11th of this year. A wonderful memory to counter the disaster that day. |
| Hedvig | .... HorseShoe Bay in Bermuda...... soft pink talcum sand clear aqua water, with gentle rolling waves small pastel colored fish quaint alcove dotted with swaying palms paradise warm summer nights balmy breezes whispering love .... |
| devin | It was a beach in Oregon. It was a cold august day, tide was out, sitting on a old piece of driftwood with my girlfriend and I distinctly remember taking "flash pictures" in my mind as the sun began to set because I wanted the images permanently engrained in my mind. I've been all over the world, Paris, Venice, Hawaii, Seoul, Iceland, but those images will always be my most romantic vision of nature. |
| h. | It was on a ferry on the Bosphorus at night. We were sitting on the benches on the side of the ferry. It was cold and we were cuddling, looking at the black sky and the city lights that were shining into our smiles. You could smell the fresh scent of the sea which was literally touching our faces with its drops. |
| sweetness | A bench looking over the highest point on the Marginal Way in Ogunquit, Maine.....at sunset, the water reflecting pink sky and the sound of the sea crashing against rocks...my head on his warm chest, listening to his heart beat..... |
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| Beyond_Different | I'd have to say a friend of mine's cabin in the woods. Its literally in the woods, there are no roads only trails, and the only way to get there is by horseback or snowmobile/4wheeler. It is located in a very rural area and has a very beautiful view of this expanse of valley which plays host to several gorgeous sunrises and sunsets each year. |
| Crystal | In My Lover's Arms! YAY! |
| chris | The desert just outside of Moab, Utah at 3:15 on a Thursday afternoon right before the daily monsoon (all that electrically-charged air & red dust a-blowin' thru the canyons, etc....). This is romance. |