I always wanted to ride a hot air balloon and thought it would be romantic, so I planned a surprise date for my boyfriend.
The first clue that this would be far from romantic was the time we had to meet; 5:00 in the morning!
The surprise factor was great (he was in total shock and tried not to look scared; he got points for that).
The two of us rode in the basket along with our captain. It was truly beautiful floating above neighborhoods so early in the morning. The light was foamy and the view, amazing.
When the heater whooshed (to lift us higher), the heat and the noise was awful. I was wishing I hadn't put hairspray on that morning, and worried I'd go up in flames at any moment.
Fearful of landing, I asked our captain to do a light touchdown so I could see how in the world we'd eventually land. He conceded and we touched lightly down on the grass before heading back up to our ultimate height of 3500 feet.
Overall, it was incredibly beautiful. But romantic? Well, maybe it was...I married my date about 6 months later.