Excuse this post – as it’s an interruption from my intention of posting the rest of my entries about Africa – to share that I got engaged this week!!


It’s quite a weird feeling – on one hand it’s something that Dan and I have talked a lot about so it’s not as if I didn’t know that one day we would get married, BUT the actual act of being proposed to was definitely the question mark (i.e. WHEN?! HOW?!). I also knew it was going to happen FAIRLY soon since I knew that he had been in the works of having a ring made for the past 2 months. Obviously you can tell, we’re so open about things that it would be VERY tough to catch me off guard about the actual proposal.

So how did it happen?

Thursday night:

Katy: “Dan – can you be on morning duty tomorrow with Franks? I couldn’t stay late to decorate Misha’s desk for her birthday so I have to race to work tomorrow morning to do it and get there before she does!”

Dan: “Um… sure. But I have to get up early tomorrow too!”

Katy: “What? Why? You never need to get up early. I have to be up by 6:30am.”

Dan: “I have to be up at 6:15!”

Katy: “Umm ok… but can you still take Franks out??”

Dan: “YES!”

Katy: “Ok….” *you weirdo*

Fri morning – 6:15am

Katy gets shaken out of bed aggressively to Dan yelling, “WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! FRANKLY HAS SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU!!”

Katy: “Huh? What? It’s not 6:30 yet! I have 10 more minutes!! Why is the light on?!”

Dan: “No you have to wake up!! Frankly has something to show you!!!”

Katy: “Huh? No – I have 10 more minutes!” *tries to roll over*

Dan: “No wake up, open your eyes – look at her collar!!” *puts my hand to touch her collar*

Katy: *I squint and look up because Frankly  is sitting on me and look at her collar more closely*  “HUH?!! What? Those are my regular rings!! Tell her not to wear my rings!!” *tries to flip over and close my eyes to get more sleep*

Dan: *on the other side of the bed and is on his knee*  “OK but what about THIS ring? KATY HUNG WILL YOU MARRY ME??”

Katy: “Huhhh????????? Um YESSSSSSSS…….. ok YES!”  *tries to roll back over to sleep*


Katy: “Huh? What’s going on? OH!!! THE RING!” *gasp* “Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”  *jumps out of bed*  “WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


*we jump up and down and hug each other*

Katy: “Ok so what now? Do I have to go to work now?”

Dan: “UM YESSS! So do I!”

Katy: “Ok but what about flowers? Isn’t there supposed to be flowers?”

Dan: *sighs* “This isn’t the Bachelorette!” *considers preventing me from watching any more reality TV as it’s clearly warping with my brain*  “You get THE RING! Not the ROSE! IT’S BETTER!!!”

Katy: “I dunnoooooooooooooo I’ve never done this before!!!”

(Side note: I went to visit my parents the next day and my MOM got me these beautiful flowers, so in the end there ARE flowers when there is an engagement. I knew reality television has never failed me on my perception of reality!)


Sooo what now?? NOTHING! Everything is exactly the same in my book – except now we have this big huge looming pressure to plan a wedding and somehow already know when this wedding is supposed to go down!!  To me, the only things that are different moving forward now are:

  • I wear a ring on a finger that I’ve never worn a ring on before. Also apparently – I’m not supposed to wear other rings on that hand now? Hahha I know this because my coworker told me to move my regular ring I wear on my left middle finger on to my right hand because there’s only one star in the show on that hand now! *news to me!*
  • Dan and I now have to plan a wedding – which has a million of details – that to me seems like a very stressful experience
  • I get to go to JCrew & Club Monaco as MUCH as I want with nobody complaining about it – because it’s now for wedding research purposes
  • My dad told me he doesn’t want me to wear the engagement ring because it will make me a target for robbery in downtown Toronto, and he thinks someone will want to cut my finger off to get it. Given the recent incident at Yonge & Dundas last week (my neighbourhood) where someone randomly got STABBED IN THE HEART for just accidentally brushing up against someone while they were walking and texting, this time my dad’s downtown Toronto paranoia does not seem as crazy as it usually is…

Things that are the same:

  • Frankly and I being total goofballs on a Sunday morningIMG_4566[1]


Remember that time about a month ago – back at the end of June when I dropped off the face of the earth for about 2 weeks? And since then, I’ve been radio silent on this blog? WELL it was because I went to Africa, had a life changing experience, and then came back and felt like I couldn’t really articulate how amazing an experience it was, so all I came back saying was “It was GREAT” when someone asked.

Sidenote: After the trip, I felt like I could really relate to Katniss because after she won the Hunger Games, she returned back to her community but because she saw and did so much, she felt bummed out and sad because she couldn’t really articulate what it was like to anyone in her normal life.  I mean I didn’t kill people in a simulated game of life and death while in Kenya, BUT I could relate to her feeling at a loss for words when she came back.

So what the hell happened while I was gone? Thankfully I was surprisingly smart enough to write brief notes on my cell phone throughout the trip, so it was nice to go through them a month later and read what I wrote. I just copied over what these cell notes were on this blog – so sorry for the brief nature of the description or how embarrassingly neurotic I come off (I’m working on it).

June 20th: 8 hour flight to Amsterdam

Took off on a plane and immediately took out my Evian thermal water spray to hydrate my face. Airplane air is TOO DRY.

Took my work/travel/life blanket out of my backpack. Uncapped my tiny bottle of red wine and settled in to watch some Friends on the TV.

June 21st – in Amsterdam

Rented bikes and rode ALL OVER THE CITY


Went to a street market where I drank fresh juice and sampled unreal cheeses

Biked to the Heineken brewery – wasn’t impressed – way too touristy


Passed by the Anne Frank house, but the line was stupid long and consistently had a 2hr wait throughout the day

Experienced a classic Amsterdam café

Biked through the Red Light District… it’s surprisingly very family friendly – I gage this since I saw several families eating brunch on the patio there

Erotic Museum – also surprisingly very impressed, they had illustrations from John Lennon and Picasso

Erotic Museum

Dinner – rejoined the rest of our group at this amazing Italian restaurant called MAZZO


June 22nd – Leaving Amsterdam, enroute to Nairobi

Another plane ride for almost 8hrs! Plane activities include:

  • Eating veggie tortellini, YUM
  • Eating pizza
  • Sleeping X2
  • Watched Catching Fire

We landed at the airport in Nairobi, definitely not an airport comparable to Pearson or Amsterdam. Waited in line to get our visas. Then grabbed our luggage and found our Me To We representative and got in a truck to Karen Blixen resort to sleep overnight.


June 23rd – Leaving Nairobi, Enroute to Maasai Mara

Woke up at 7am, showered and packed up by 7:30am and went and had a quick brekky by the pool. Bacon tastes amazing no matter what country you’re in, I was really satisfied.

Then we all packed up and drove to Wilson Airport which specializes in tiny planes.

Got on the smallest plane I’ve ever been on that fits 12 people!


Wilson – a Maasai Mara warrior, greeted us when we got off the plane and took us on a 15 min walk to the Bogani camp site.  He stopped along the way to show us special plants and vegetation.


We got to camp and they greeted us with a procession of workers at the front singing! They had fresh squeezed guava juice waiting for us. The fanfare was impressive… but I was more impressed by the tiny goats at the side of the camp site.


They showed us to our tents and I was FLOORED. These were LUX tents. Stone flooring, an ensuite bathroom and shower. They also had the cutest bedding and details ever. TRULY GLAMPING.




We got settled and then regrouped for lunch, where we had a half hr break before we went to visit an elementary school. After lunch they gave us a quick lesson in Swahili before we went to visit the elementary school.


At the elementary school they showed us what the old classrooms looked like prior to Free The Children’s involvement. It was pretty powerful to sit in the old classroom and imagine how difficult it would be for the kids to learn in an environment like that.


Below is a picture of what classrooms look like now:


After a tour of the school, we went outside to talk and play with the kids.

Elementary school

Here are some of the questions they asked me, including their responses to my answers:

Kids: How many children do you have?

Me: Zero

Kids: *puzzled look like they couldn’t understand*

Kids: What grade are you in?

Me: I’m not in school anymore! I finished university.

Kids: *puzzled look like they couldn’t understand how I couldn’t possibly be in school*

Kids: What’s the name of your village?

Me: Ummm… Toronto!

Kids: *giggled*

Kids: How old are you?

Me: *furiously looking at the Swahili book to find out how to say 28*

Kids: *look at me because they can’t believe I’m so old and don’t have kids*