On my way to Toronto, right before the Canadian border, I stopped in a rest area to grab a bite. This was on Saturday earlier this week. The minute I got off the car, I noticed something jumping in the grass and I instinctively caught it. It was a tiny frog that I now call Prince Charming:
As a child, I always caught fat frogs in our family farm in Jordan. I remember that one day, in the garden around our Karaki house, I caught a really fat frog and I think I might have squeezed him too much and he peed on me. That was hilarious!
This little fellow though was quite friendly…
Expect more posts about my Canadian trip very soon. I have time on my hands now and I can write. In the meantime, how have you been?