The Boxer And The Hippie

My sights were set on the Brewer when I met the Boxer and the Hippie. For that reason, I paid them fairly little mind that Friday night at Muchies Bluues.

The Boxer spoke with me first. His interest apparent, he was unquestionably good looking. But, the Brewer’s presence proved too strong a distraction from the chiseled shoulders and masculine jawline of the Boxer to the left of me.

Still, I’ll play… “From where are you traveling?”

“Norway.”

I have become reliant on this question as a means of deciphering those passing through from the few here to stay.

“And, where are you boys staying?” I motioned to his friends.

“His place over Majagual,” he motions to the Hippie.

As if instinctually (he lives here…), my attention was averted.

“You live here?” I asked.

“Yes,” replied the Hippie.

“Me too!”

To my response, likewise glued his attention. A single girl, who also lives here? I felt the immediate pull of his affection.

I read truth in his intentions. And while lacking the muscularity of the Boxer, the strength of the light beyond his eyes proved powerful enough to not only catch but to hold my attention. He was beautiful. For the moment, the Brewer was forgotten. A moment as brief as my flirtatious eye would permit, but productive, as I had had garnered both an invitation and directions to his hilltop hacienda. My attention redirected.

“When heading into town from your casa, take a sharp left and follow the dirt road through a series of ups, downs and round-abouts until you reach a paved ascent. At the highest point, and when the pavers end, take a right. There will be a sign with the Spanish translation for ‘Morning Light.'” Ooh… Adventura!

The next morning was spent following up on emails, solidifying pending guest reservations for my healthy home, selfie-ing and posting on social media: You CAN change your life. You CAN live Everyday Better. YOU CAN DO IT! #BODYbybianca

Then, past noon, I strapped on my hiking boots, leashed Bear and followed by a golden retriever named Bambu, we headed for adventure.

It was a hot afternoon, but the promise of a pool and a cold beverage upon arrival was enough motivation. To Morning Light…

We found the house deserted. So, continued toward the playa where he promised he would be with his puppy in tow. It was on the beach where our day turned night was intercepted as we arrived just before sunset to find the Boxer and his eight-pack sitting on the rocks overlooking the tide.

Damn! He was good looking…

TBC. xob

I Like You. But I Like Him Too.

You haven’t chose me. We’re not married. But, you see me with another man and you want to lay claim over me? Why must you possess me and not enjoy me in the time we share together. The time I gift you. Because, you see….

I like you.

But, I like him too.

I have said it many times, there is a position open in my life for ONE Man. I thrive in a relationship. It is natural for me to care for you thoroughly. To feed you, caress you, take care of you, are all the things I love to do. But, I am single and in the past, my MO is to get into monogamous relationships with the first boy that doesn’t mind when I stick around longer than a night or two. These relationships all seem to last two years, which leaves me two years older. So, now, I am the picker and I won’t settle for comfort when that which I seek is love that is true.

I have loved, but I don’t know whether I have ever been in love. To be in love, I believe, is a two-way street and there has not been a man in my life that has loved me in the same capacity that I have shown.

Recently, the way in which I love has changed. I have learned that to love is to appreciate and not to possess. There was a time I strangled love to death. Fear of love lost drove me toward possession. But, people are not possessions and love is the antithesis of fear. My love is free because I love freely.

“A rose possessed will always die.”

Together in Love!
xob

My Head, My Tits, And My Ass!

Ever grabbed your head, your tits and and your ass, looked up at the sky and thanked God to be alive? I have that experience in Central America everyday!

Here are some pics of Monica and I surfing a secret beach in Costa Rica. We ran out of gas on the road and were blessed with a Tico fix from a friendly passerby who helped me to push the truck up the hill as Monica steered and brought us gas in a bottle on the side of the road (everyday, a new adventure!). The waves were super fun and I surfed awesome (I’m getting better everyday!) but there’s always one that takes me under and the more confident I get, the more gnarly my wipeouts! This time it was one of the largest waves I’ve gone for and my nose took a dive as I fell over the falls, I tucked into a ball, prayed for my board and fins not to hit me, grabbed my head, my tits, and my ass, popped up and thanked God for my life!

Another day…

Together in Health!
xob

Home For The Holidays

As I sit here on the bus in San José, Costa Rica headed for Manuel Antonio for the holiday, I cannot help but reflect on the difference between traveling alone in Central this Spring and getting around this part of the world today. At 6 AM, my friend Eduardo picked me up at my home in San Juan and we headed for the frontera; thirteen hours of travel by car, two busses and a taxi and I expect to be seated at Las Gemeles on Manuel Antonio beach in time for a late dinner!

“Yo soy Nica ahora.” That means, “I’m Nicaraguan now!”

Well, not quite (yet). But, I feel at home in this part of the world. For two months this Spring I traveled from Nicaragua throughout Costa Rica. I didn’t know a lick of Spanish when I arrived on March 18th, yet within one week, you would have thought I at least had an elementary Spanish education in school. Today, I have officially been living in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua for 9 weeks. I have spent one-third of 2014 in Central America. I still haven’t taken a Spanish lesson, yet my Spanish gets better everyday (because I care). I can more than get by most anywhere and have full conversations with the people I love.

When I landed in Managua in March, I felt an immediate draw right out of the gate. If you have ever flown into Nicaragua, you know the area surrounding the airport is not particularly desirable. Yet, as soon as my feet touched the land, the energy of the country resonated through me. I am not here to party, though our fiestas are truly epic! I am not here for the surf, though our waves rival any in the world, and our lineup is a candy store of the most beautiful men I have ever laid eyes on. I am here because I love the culture, the people and the land. I am here because I wished for it and the Universe made it so.

A self-proclaimed orphan, I am overwhelmed with the closeness of the family unit in Central. A closeness extended to friends. Before I arrived here, I never quite felt right where I was. New York didn’t suit me at all and had I not been crippled by fear, I may have left much sooner. People don’t look up to greet one another when they walk in the streets and NYC life seems to perpetually revolve around a biweekly payday; a churning that never lets up. Never again will I subscribe to ten vacation days and two sick days per year; living for the weekend to drink away the stress of the week indoors at a bar? What a waste! South Florida was better; with room to bike, wake, surf and play on the beach, I reveled in the sunlight, learned to mountain bike and spear fish, fell for a man with rough hands I named Alligator Hands, with whom I contracted odd jobs in construction, used power tools, took my driving test in a pickup truck, cooked on a mega yacht, and first-mated a 78′ Marlow. There is nothing I cannot do and no opportunity I am closed off to.

I’d say I did South Florida right, I stayed off the strip in Miami and settled in beautiful Fort Lauderdale. More than NYC, FTL is the closest I have found to home in the States. Still, something wasn’t right. After two years, Florida didn’t feel like forever. If New Yorkers are consumed with money, South Floridians are consumed with appearances (even the “appearance” of money). I want more for my life than satisfaction over my reflection in the mirror and stockpiles of flammable paper in the bank. A simple life! I like my toys and my boys, and love is my only true wish. Today, many of my closest friends are native Nicaraguan and Costa Rican. When I’m sick, they are the first to call, when I need a ride or a hand or a shoulder, mi nuevos amigos show up unannounced at my door. I feel blessed to be adopted into such a beautiful culture. Now, I will spend Christmas in Costa Rica, where my friends are my family.

I am home for the holidays!

Together in Health! In Love! And in Life!

xob

Plan a FITivity For A Friendly Fun Fitness Activity

Happy weekend y’all!

Remember: GOALS do not take a weekend pass, so neither should you! Incorporate FITIVITIES into your social plans for fitness activities that are a friendly fun distraction from what is clearly a workout. Comment with your faves or try one of mine:

1. Surfing & SUP! In Nicaragua as in my past home in Florida it is beach season all year round! In South Florida visit my friends at Beach Shack Paddleboards for “SUP” stand-up paddle board tours!

2. Skiing/ Snow boarding. If your climate is opposite mine, there is no better FITivity workout for the legs and booty! When you ski/board you are in an constant squat position. “PLUMP THAT BUMP!”

3. Rock climbing! One of the many FITivities I love! I used to compete in indoor lead climb. It is so much fun, a brilliant workout and with indoor/outdoor facilities, available almost anywhere!


From Nicaragua with love,

xob

Cigarettes And Whiskey

He kissed my neck but not my lips. Strong hands, with a light touch, he caressed my back and my shoulders. With full awareness, I felt all as, over my clothing, he navigated my body, settling on the shelf between my hip and my thigh. He liked this spot on a woman, he confessed. He took hold of me here.

There were moments I wondered would he kiss me? Though I knew he would not. Of this knowledge grew my trust. A few times I allowed my curiosity to wander toward what it might be like. Cigarettes and whiskey? (Though he’s not a drinker) I was glad he didn’t try. I didn’t want him to. And never did his hand greedily grab hold of mine, never did he ask me to touch him.

Because he didn’t lead with sex, I felt comfortable around him. Not once did I feel he wanted more than I wanted to give him. Respect lead to trust and trust lead to intimacy. Intimately, he cuddled me. Each night, eagerly, I layed my head on the pillow between his shoulder and his breast, combed my fingers through the hair on his chest, then turned from him to push myself into him, closing the gap between my hips and his. One Body. We fit.

Here is where he would kiss me. As you would kiss a child, he kissed my back and traced the line down my shoulder. Because he kissed me like a child, my child came to play with him. I held his hand in the sand.

xob

One More Rep

I hit the surf early this morning, but the waves were only so-so. After paddling up a sweat, I opted for this Beach Workout…

WALKOUTS: start standing, bring your hands to your feet and walk your hands out to a high plank, or pushup position. Challenge yourself by adding a pushup if you can. Then walk hands back to feet and return to standing. Do 10.

SQUAT JUMPS: superset walkouts with these! Advanced? Try them “Jailbird” style, with your hands clasped behind your head, elbows out. Do 10.

(Repeat these two exercises in circuit six times!)

SINGLE LEG ROMANIAN DEAD LIFT: standing on your left leg with your left arm extended to your left, raise your right leg in back of you while hinging forward with your upper body and reach for your left toe with your right hand (touch if you can). Do 10, then 10 more on the other side.

SPLIT JUMPS: starting in a forward lunge position, jump! Switch your legs while in mid air to land in a lunge with your other foot forward. Do 20.

(Repeat dead lifts and split jumps in circuit six times)

LEG RAISES: laying on your back, tuck your hands under your bum (this protects your lower back), raise both legs together. Do 10.

VERTICAL SCISSOR KICKS: laying on your back, raise both legs to the sky so your body forms a 90° angle. Lower one leg, then switch, so you are always lowering one leg while simultaneously raising three other. Flex your feet for maximum abdominal contraction. To further increase the burn: exhale quickly and forcefully with each switch kick. Do 20.

HORIZONTAL SCISSOR KICKS: same as above but maintain legs at 30-45° from floor (or sandy beach!). Flex your feet and pump your breath. This triggers obliques. Do 20.

(Repeat all the abdominal exercises three times in circuit)

I ended with a swim in the ocean because no workout is complete without cardio! If you don’t live water, speed walking (even better on an incline) is the best fatburning cardio you can do. Try the BODYbybianca Incline Walking Program posted on Facebook.com/BiancaSultana.

Together in Health!
xob

Beautiful SUP Surfing Costa Rica

Hey ya’ll!
Now in my second week in Central America, no longer in Nica, I have many new tales of adventure, love and surf in Costa Rica that I cannot wait to share with you. But, for now, I’ll leave you with this awesome new video I made with The Deejay yesterday. Know that my life gets better everyday.

Back home in Florida, I’ve been leading standup paddle boarding (SUP) tours in the ocean and intracoastal over the last year. But, I’ve never paddled like this! Battling the waves in Costa Rica is no joke! Watch me as I fall, laugh and learn to SUP surf in this Secret Beach in Guanacaste, Costa Rica.

“That’s What’SUP!”

Be EVERYDAY BETTER!
xob

Smith Jerrod

It’s that episode from Sex And The City when Samantha waits it out for Smith Jerrod at his restaurant, eyeing her opponent as her opponent eyed Smith Jerrod.

When I got to Café Revolucion she was sitting at my seat. I felt I had interrupted something, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Maybe she was filler, it was me he’d planned to meet. The back of her head fell with long blond waves, I knew she was surfer girl, I also knew from the back of her head that on the front of her face, her eyes were gazing intently at el surfista I had hoped would be gazing intently at me.  Still, I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t going anywhere until he for which I had come was rightfully with me.

I looked muy bonita. Red skirt, short and tight, blue top, soft fabric said please touch me, black combat boots said don’t fuck with me; I am tough enough for your jungle life. My hair was perfection! The walk down the hill had it wind-tossed just enough to give the appearance I hadn’t just spent 20 minutes in the mirror.

The complexity I saw easily when he looked at me made him far from simple, but both his lack of power, nor a roof above his bed meant he would not get on with a girl with a pension for a blown dry.

So I waited it out. No, he didn’t offer up his chair, nor did he revert his attention to me, exclusively. I played it cool. But if his body language wasn’t going to tell the girl with the annoyingly alluring Aussie accent to bounce, my body language would, with a smile on my face. I’m nice, I’ll be your friend; I’m a bitch, I will cut you.

He talked a big game the other day, wanting me to stay, so I couldn’t understand why now he’d pull away; not when we possibly have only today. I had hoped, after all, he’d be a reason to stay. Not that the magnificence of this jungle beach would ever drive me away. I am here.

Well, she left. Then we left. Together.

xo,
Jane

Watch “Maderas Village, Nicaragua” on YouTube

Maderas Village, Nicaragua: http://youtu.be/d7vVw273qeg

Have you ever wanted something so deeply only to have exactly what you wanted fall miraculously into your lap? The universe works in mysterious ways, in the best of ways… Greetings from my first night of my adventure in Central America where I am starting my tour in San Juan, Nicaragua at a quaint surfer’s paradise called Maderas Village.

Follow my picture diary on IG @BiancaSultana!

Leaving on a jet plain, I almost didn’t make it… I was so excited and sat next to a globe trotting gentleman named Bruno from Switzerland.

On the way from the airport in Managua, stopped to buy fruit…

In San Juan, Nicaragua. This is Maderas Village. My room is a two story bungalow!!

I think I’ll sleep on top!

Little Christopher Columbus is cuddly and social. Love him!

Path to the beach. Foreplay… I didn’t know what I was going to get around the bend…

More foreplay. Loving it!

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Voila! Magic!

I am here!

Don’t pinch me, I’m awake and I’m dreaming.

Together in Health!
xob