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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Try Something New – Nica Street Pastry

Every time I passed by this stack of pre-bagged food, I thought it was some sort of empanada. I mean, it does say “queso” on each baggie. Today after picking up Titus from preschool, I finally ventured out and purchased one. While I waited to buy my C$15 ($.50) bag I notice the sugar glistening off the outside and my curiosity grew.titus-pastry

I untied the knot after getting Titus secure in his seat and offered him one. He seemed fairly pleased with his first bite, so I quickly hurled one into my mouth as I made my way around the car and into the driver seat. Pastry! It was delicious!pastry-in-my-hand

I saved some for Azalea after school and she quickly finished the bag, only leaving crumbs for Kharron to try. I will be buying these again.