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
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