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

To The Men In My Life

I AM A LUCKY GIRL! It’s true, I moved to Nicaragua by myself for myself. Technically “sola,” I live alone in a big ass house ;). But, I am NEVER alone. And while I have, in the past, referred to myself as orphaned, that isn’t technically the case, as I am blessed to have friends who take care of me like family. Check out my new ride – a gift from my very good friend Bladimir! He knew I needed wheels and… Voila!

I have a ton of “friends,” but only a small group I know have my back through and through. A few girls with whom I share my hopes, my dreams, my laughter and my tears, forever in my life, though separated by great distance, we are more like sisters than friends… But, boyyy….. It is the men in my life who really take care of me! I never had a dad, and I don’t have any blood brothers, and YOU totally make up for it everyday! You know who you are. There are many of you! You helped me get from NYC to Florida, you helped me move to Nica. You move me, carry me, shoot me, drive me, inspire me, workout with me, teach me, push me, surf with me, feed me, support me, you always answer the phone when I call, you look after me, check up on me, protect me… I don’t know what I would do without you.

I LOVE YOU!

Now, tell me: how many feet do you think I can clear on this thing and when are you coming to visit?

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YO SOY UNA CHICA SUERTE! Es cierto, me trasladé a Nicaragua sola por mi mismo. Técnicamente “sola,” vivo sola en una casa grande ;). Pero, estoy nunca solo. Y mientras yo tengo, en el pasado, que se refiere a mí mismo como huérfano, que no es técnicamente el caso, como yo estoy feliz de tener amigos que me cuidan como de la familia. Echa un vistazo a mi nuevo paseo – un regalo de mi muy buen amigo Bladimir! Sabía que necesitaba ruedas y … Voila!

Tengo un montón de “amigos”, pero sólo un pequeño grupo que conozco tienen mi espalda hasta la médula. Unas niñas con quienes comparto mis esperanzas, mis sueños, mis risas y lágrimas, siempre en mi vida, aunque separados por una gran distancia, que son más como hermanas que amigos … Pero, boyyy ….. Es los hombres en mi vida que realmente cuidan de mí! Nunca tuve un papá, y yo no tengo ningún hermano de sangre, y USTED totalmente compensar por ello todos los días! Ya sabes lo que eres. Hay muchos de ustedes! Usted me ayudó a llegar desde Nueva York a Florida, me ayudaste a mover a Nica. Te mueves mí, llevo conmigo, me tira, me lleve, me inspiran, entrenamiento conmigo, enseño yo, yo empujo, navegar conmigo, me alimenta, me apoyan, siempre contesta el teléfono cuando llamo, te ves en pos de mí, comprobar para arriba en mí, me proteja … no sé lo que haría sin ti.

TE AMO!

Ahora, dime: ¿cuántos metros puedo saltar con esta moto y cuando vienes a visitar?

Everyday Better

I used to get depressed… Winters were cold and long in New York City. I had no room to jump and play. In the morning, I would leave my house to go to the office, and in the evening, leave the office to return to my house. I rarely saw the light of day. I was unfulfilled trying to fill the expectations of others, namely my mother and my peers. Then, I figured it out! Nothing mattered but what mattered to me. I left fashion for fitness, I left New York for Florida, I stopped giving a fuck what other people thought! I learned…

“When you live #EverydayBetter, everyday is the BEST DAY of your life!”

This is how I have lived for the last three years. EVERYDAY BETTER! At thirty, I changed my mind to change my life. I abandoned every preconceived notion of how I thought I needed to live; of who I thought I needed to be. A doctor, a CEO, the kind of daughter who would make my mother proud… I redefined success as happiness and realized the key to being happy is simple: DO WHAT YOU WANT. So I did. And it worked! And I kept doing what I wanted and only what I wanted, and it kept working… I got happier and happier and everyday got better than the day before.

Then chance landed me in Nicaragua on March 18th of last year. Here, I found Home! I returned to Fort Lauderdale mid-June, sold what I could, packed what I could carry and gave away the rest. I flew here with one suitcase, two trunks, a board bag, my bike in a box and Bear, my little man, my dog, my love! I left nothing behind but memories and friends. Everything I own I have with me in Nicaragua. And because I consolidated so much, now, everything I own, I love! So, I’m surrounded by love in my home. And I’m surrounded by love outside my home – just look at this pretty picture.

I aspire to inspire. To encourage you to decide what you really want and to go after it! If you need a getaway, a place to clear your head, to find your way… Visit me!

Book your stay in my healthy home, the BODYbybianca FIT Farm by sending an email to BODYbybianca@gmail.com

Together in Health, Fitness, Surf and Adventure!
xob