Walking back to our hotel on Friday night, after we had experienced all we could handle, we noticed a man standing in the courtyard. He motioned to us to come see something and pointed to the grass. There was a huge frog sitting in the grass looking at us. This frog looked like he had just swallowed a rat….it was that fat. The man had been watching the frog for some time and said that he believed this frog was not a frog, but a toad. We discussed what the difference was between a frog and a toad (I still don’t know). He then told us he was pretty sure the frog/toad was poisonous. We slowly backed away from where the frog/toad was. Then he started to pull a video up on his phone. We thought it would be some revelation that told us what kind of frog/toad this was and if it was indeed poisonous. But it was a video of a small Asian child eating food and laughing. We both said “Aw..is that your daughter?” He said,”No it’s not”.
We weren’t sure of the meaning of this encounter but it was memorable for two reasons.
1. That man was the same man I had unknowingly taken a picture of two days before and posted to Facebook. I had no idea that he was staying right next to us. We also saw him at the same restaurant where we had dinner later on. It was just weird. Maybe he was put in our lives to show us this tremendous frog. (We did find out that it WAS indeed a frog and it WAS NOT poisonous.)
- cleansing: cleansing negative energy, detoxify, or inspired you to take on a new perspective, If a frog shows up, it may be to encourage you to clear old opinions and beliefs.
- symbolizes the cycles of life: it reminds us of the many cycles of transformation and rebirth in our lives.
- symbol of transformation: a calling to experience change in your life.. It is called to support your transformation in a subtle but powerful way.
- spirit, mystery, magic: those who encounter the frog might be inclined to walk between planes, whether they are physical, spiritual or emotional and enjoy playing in the magic of life.
- The frog is often seen as a rain-maker.….which brings me to the next event…
That night there was a crazy thunderstorm. It rained. no, I mean it really rained like you see in the movies when they are in the Amazon Rain Forest. I have never seen it rain this hard in my life. It was very symbolic…like a cleansing of sorts….(thanks to the frog/toad).
When I woke up I was a bit sad. It was our last day. We would be leaving for the airport at 7:30pm to catch the last flight to Atlanta. We did a bit of shopping and ate lunch at our favorite coffee shop. We also bought some of those vegan chocolate cakes for the flight home.
We decided to venture down a deserted street. Not really sure why, but Mara seemed to think it was a good idea, and I thought “what the hell” so I followed her. Down a dirt road we went not knowing what we would find…a garden? a shop? or this:
But to our pleasant surprise, we found a little hidden oasis called the Moitara Cafe. It’s really a cafe, crystal shop, swimming pool, house for rent, and reflexology, if you want to know the truth. You can e-mail them (moitarapaz<at>aol.com) if you want to book a stay…or find out how to find them.
The road less traveled indeed.
We asked the owner, Sam how people were supposed to find this place, and he said, “We don’t advertise. We just know that the right people will find it.”
Well, we must have been the right people. And there were 6 other right people in there too. Sam said he came here 8 months ago and bought this place because it was just too beautiful to leave. They serve lunch and you can pay a small price to swim in his pool. Good thing we weren’t allergic to cats because Sam and Tracey had about eleventy-seven of them and they were everywhere.
I ordred carrot-coriander soup and Mara ordered tea. There was a fortune on Mara’s tea bag tag and it was written in German. There were four men in the cafe, and they all were foreign, but none of them were German. Everyone had to come over to see if they could translate it for us. They each had their own translation and then they collaborated to come up with a final translation. It was “Some men are hard…some men are soft.” It took a tea bag to tell us this?
After Mara’s tea bag incident and my delicious carrot coriander soup was done, we headed back to the hotel to pack up and catch Sidney’s Cab back to Brasilia to head home.
Those of you who know me, know that my guardian angel’s number is 222. Whenever I see 222, it’s her winking at me to let me know she’s around. When we got to the counter I looked up at our flight number:
So back we flew, with Pasiflora pills in hand and a renewed sense of spirit in our hearts. Over these past days, I have felt my fears and worries lift from me and today I can say that several things are now “working” for me that weren’t. Things have “clicked”. Life is good. I’m singing in the shower and shit like that.
I don’t know if it was the trip, or just my focus on how amazing life is, but one thing is for sure…..this experience has left its mark forever.
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