On a road trip, we decided to overnight in Savannah, GA, a favorite spot.
I had told my husband that our daughter-in-law really liked our frog that I had bought in Savannah years ago and I would like to find one for her. After dinner at the Sapphire Grill, we were on a mission to find a frog like the one that sits by our back door, guarding us from intruders like spiders, “Show me the Money” lizards and other like-minded creatures such as geckos.
Staying at a familiar place, I chose to talk to the locals while my husband went up to our room. When I arrived, I heard, “Yes, frog. Oh, it is from Thailand. It is blonde wood?” We had walked the streets of this river town searching for the frog, having solicited tips from locals about where we could find this fat frog carved in wood. Years ago, I paid $29.00 for my frog, imported from the Philippines at some Savannah shop but I couldn’t remember the name of the shop.
At the Sapphire Grill, we sat next to a young couple celebrating an anniversary. We exchanged conversation. They lived on an island near Savannah. Their children visit our locale for sports competitions. I gave them a business card for our charity. They didn’t know anything about frogs from the Philippines. I had expected to have my favorite Chilean Sea Bass, a signature dish at the restaurant. They don’t offer it anymore since Sea Bass has become over-fished. How things have changed. A new addition next door to the restaurant is a Paula Deen retail shop. Had I known what was coming for Paula, I would have bought a few things in the shop.
The next morning, we checked out of our hotel to continue to search for the frog. My husband had honed directions to a retail place that had a frog from Thailand that they stopped carrying because it was too expensive. We parked. We walked. The shop was fantastic, featuring all sorts of high quality imports from around the world. He asks about the frog. The sales clerk says, “You were the one who called about the bronze frogs?” We looked at each other. Thailand? Bronze frogs, not blonde wood frogs?
Leaving Savannah that morning sans frog, we chuckled about blonde wood.
Stay tuned for more Savannah escapades.