Bio

_oh hi there,
_thanks for visiting


_i'm carlos,
_just a small town boy exploring the world every chance i get
_this time it is peru, the spanish empire, the inca land


_i enjoy life without depending on others,
_but people always make it more fun,
_friends,
_make friends, leave friends, make new friends, it is a cycle

_love trying new stuff,
_love eating different foods,
_love exotic activities,
_love technology,
_love discovering,
_love exploring,
_love music,
_love to love


_life is as exiting as you make it
_no one has ever become poor by giving
_earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed
_enjoy the little things the little moments
_smile, love


_let there be light, and people discovered light
_extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence
_if we all did the things we are capable of, we would astound ourselves


_know more today about the world than yesterday,
_lessen the suffering of others,
_you'd be surprised how far that gets you_


_robert frost speaks, words, of choices.
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.


_your life, your choice