Isla of Adventure: The Secret Cabana

“Hey Isla,” said Fitz “If a piece of blueberry pancake accidentally falls off your plate, I’d be happy to take care of it for you.”

Isla Verde laughed at her little gecko buddy. they had been best friends for as long as Isla had known she could speak to animals. Which was a very long time-basically all eight years of her life.

“You have your own papaya slices,” Isla said.

“True. But there’s always room for more,” Fitz said.

Then Isla heard a cheerful whistle that she knew very well. It was her abuelo!

“He’s early!” Fitz said in a panic. “I thought I had time for a nap or two before we left.”

“No time for napping,” Isl replied. “the cabana is waiting!”

“Cielo, are you ready?” Mama asked between sips of freshly brewed coffee.

Coffee was one of the adult mysteries Isla couldn’t solve. It tasted gross, but grown-ups loved it. Maybe she would change her mind when she was older.

“Ready as ever,” Isla said as she got up and checked her vest pockets. She had her notebook, a pencil, and a few coloring markers. She was always ready for a little creative moment.

And in Sol, just about everything was inspiring.