Where The Frogs Sing Cafe' (excerpt)
- Admin
- Aug 22, 2025
- 3 min read
Chapter 1 Voted the Best Café by My Mother
Chapter 2 The Green Flash
Chapter 3 Who Created This System Anyway?
Chapter 4 Underground Railroad
Chapter 5 Where is That Person?
Chapter 6 Life Beyond the Horizon
Chapter 7 I Vote for That
"May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles, and poet's towers into dark primeval forest where tigers belch, and monkeys howl…beyond that next turning of the canyon walls."
–Edward Abbey
“Frogs sing the eternal call to life and happiness.”
1
"Voted the Best Café by My Mother"
Carolyn, Freda, and I were barreling down a lava-based road in our rented Jeep while cane grass as high as the Jeep's hood slapped us on both sides. We thought a Jeep suited us, but by the end of this day, we felt beaten up from the constant wind in our hair and sun on our cheeks. And why in the heck were we on this road?
We had seen a sign tucked in alongside the highway, barely visible if you were going any speed at all: "Voted the Best Café by My Mother," it read. We laughed but kept on going until we saw the second sign: "Where the Frog's Sing Café" with an arrow pointing to the road we were now on.
The road didn't look like one that would lead to a café, but after our day of snorkeling in the ocean, sunning on the beach, and being wind-whipped to pieces in an open-air jeep, we were exhausted and starving.
And so, when the sign indicated a café ahead, we aimed toward it.
We were on summer break from college, and although it might seem that a trip to Hawaii is a luxurious holiday, our families got together to give us three girls this trip. My Aunt Mable gave us her Condo share for a week, our folks paid for our airline tickets, and we scraped together enough money to live for seven days.
We were all juniors in college and had been friends since high school, but there we were, exhausted after our junior year and worried about what to do after graduation. Our folks decided we needed a break, and so they gave us this gift, like the Twelve Days of Christmas minus eleven.
Eventually, the lava-encrusted, lumpy road through the cane grass ended at a strip of golden/white sand. And there on that beautiful sand sat a Robinson Crusoe-style shack with a sign under its thatched roof, Where the Frogs Sing Café.
When I (the designated driver) cut the motor, we heard the surf pounding off in the distance.
"Jo," Carolyn attentively asked from the passenger seat, "do you think this is safe?"
"We have only met friendly people," I said. "This looks like the sort of place poor college students would frequent, a Barefoot pub on the beach. Besides, do you think that fellow we met while snorkeling would steer us wrong? He said there was a shortcut to our condo beside a café titled Where the Frogs Sing? He seemed nice."
"Well, you were flirting with him, no wonder he was nice."
"All the more reason to trust him. He was flirting back." I opened the car door and swung my legs out...
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