The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

the 1 less traveled by

A move to Nicaragua

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Machete

The Sight of a Machete

This has had to take some getting used to.  You see this or a similar image all day, every day.  Men (or women) walking down the street with machete swinging in the hand.  The reality is that machetes are very useful here…and I’m starting to think maybe everywhere.

Cutting Grass & Weeds: I see men every day manicuring their yards with a machete.
Harvesting: Bananas, mangoes, plantains, coconuts all are easily harvested with the use of a machete.
Hearding: A grotesque image may come to mind, but the Nicaraguans just use the wide, flat side to tap the ox or other herded animal in the desired direction.
Pruning: Juanita‘s husband recently helped us prune a neem tree’s branches back from our yard so the fruit doesn’t fall on our patio.  I have also used a machete to prune the branches of the palm trees along the sidewalk of our new home.

You never know when a machete might be useful, so might as well carry one when you bring your kid to school