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
We only plan on living in Nicaragua until around July next year. With our clock ticking down, I feel an internal pressure to check things off my Nica Bucket List so I decided I want to try something new each week. A lot of this will be eatable, but some are experiences or places.
This week we tried starfruit or carambola, but what Nicaraguans call melocotón (which is the actually the word for peach). Its commonly used in juice or eaten with sugar. It was very sour!
