My favourite memory took place in NYC.
Last summer my fiance and I went there for week.. We had been once before but it was in the dead of winter and had been dreaming about going back in the summer time. I have always wanted to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, and since it was just too cold the first time we went- I made it a point that walking the bridge would be one of the first things we did when we got there last summer.
When we finally reached the middle of the bridge, I was happily taking pictures, when my fiance got down on one knee and proposed to me... Right there in the middle of the Brookyln Bridge.. I had always wanted to walk that bridge and just being up there was wonderful for me.. The fact that everytime I see a photo of the bridge it also reminds me of the day he proposed definitely makes it my happiest memory in city far from home.