Live Where You Love And You Will Love Where You Live

Close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful place in the world; a paradise in which you long to be… Now… GO!

I promise change is not as scary as it seems!

Everyday in Central America, people ask me where I’m from (“de dónde eres?”) and each day my love for my country (the one I live in, Nicaragua) gets stronger, is another day it gets harder to answer that question. I was born in New York City, but I don’t feel I am from there. I lived and loved in Florida, but I am not from there either. Never quite a city girl, I have a country heart! My wingspan grows with my courage and broadens my path around the world. The more I abandon fear, the greater my adventures!

Don’t pinch me. I am not on vacation. I sold what I could, I gave away the rest, my friends helped me a lot! I packed what I could carry and on October 16th, 2014, I flew home. Now, I live where I love. I am awake, and I am dreaming!

These pics are from my Christmas trip to Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica, where I’m visiting friends, but I have found my home in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have a guest house on a large farm by the beach and you can visit whenever you want!

My address for mail and packages containing raw almond butter (hint!) is as simple as my life here:
“Bianca Sultana
San Juan del Sur, Rivas, Nicaragua”
❤ Let me know if you send something, so I check at the post office.

To Be Humbled And Empowered

DO. WHAT. YOU. WANT. and your path will cross with people who love you for it, cherish them, and those who hate you for it, pray for, then forget them… Fast! I live #EverydayBetter, so Everyday Is The BEST DAY of my life!

When I got to his place, Marcos proceeded to inform me, “we don’t have water.” Like, no hot water? He pointed to a bucket in the shower and directed me to fill up behind the house. My mind flighted to the eighteenth century in search of a pump in the ground, or a well with an overhanging bucket. It was a sink in the shed outside his Manuel Antonio apartment. Still, it was different.

Marco empowered me that I could do it; I reminded him that just a couple hours ago he had superglued the skin back onto the bottom of my foot! Clumsy-girl’s Tico-fix! I had swiped my foot along a piece of glass by the beach. So, he filled the bucket and carried it to the shower like a gentleman. A sexy man should always be in low slung jeans, no shirt and lifting something heavy.

I used a bowl inside the bucket to pour the water on my BODY and hair. At first, it kinda sucked, I admit. It was cold (but, generally showers here are), I wasn’t convinced I’d be able to really wash my hair and then, I was doing it! I felt humbled and empowered.

Of course, my life wouldn’t be my life without a hitch! This is story of what happened next… Just as I finished washing my hair, feeling the success of accomplishment, I grabbed the large bucket to dump the remainder of water over my head. One last rinse. Until the contents of the bottom of the bucket, dirt or sand or both, dumped on my clean hair. Shit! wrapped in a towel I went outside to rinse my hair in the sink in the shed. The door to the house slammed behind me. Shit! Shit! Mierda! I was locked out. No key. No money. No clothes. No way to contact my friends. This is what I call “a Bianca!” Then the neighbor comes from around the corner with a copy of the key (“clave” en Español). I am blessed! Believe.

Later that night, I found myself at a wedding with Marco. I guess my hair turned out okay!

Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica 23/12/2014

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

The Prince And The Pea

Have you ever been in someone’s presence with whom you cried and you laughed in the first hour of meeting? You know immediately you are connected spiritually? And then as quickly as two fingers can be snapped an Other enters your space (your laughter filled space), all-consuming and draining and completely changes your space (so much it isn’t at all what you’ve created), depleting the vibe; Not for the better? What is that called? #why #people #differences #questionsfortheUniverse

“Why have I never been invited for wine, but She Has?” I was She in her sentence.

Some time ago, I opened my heart and denied fear’s captivity (a process which started in the first move of my life from Fashion to Fitness, then New York to Florida, and now onward in Nica). Since that time, my doors ever expanding and my love ever flowing, I meet two kinds of people — well, I have really great sex, but also… I meet two kinds of people: Those who draw me in through their eyes into their heart in presentation of their Love and… Myself, likewise, Open to Love’s Receipt and Return offer the same. And Others, and they are “Others,” less evolved and more closed off. They argue. They feel and act on jealousy. They compete. They are uncomfortable to be around, their presence makes me anxious, my heart rate elevates, I become defensive of my own dreams, they question that which I could never understand. I am uncomfortable, I am leaving: “Excuse me, it’s getting late and I haven’t eaten. Would you like anything? No? Goodnight.”

Mine, is a story of my experience through love. Love’s True Story.

Together in Discovery of Ourselves & Each Other!
xob

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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

Assassinate My Heart

I met him on Facebook. A friend of a friend of a friend, The Deejay from Tamarindo, a lover, an anomaly.

Day One. Not physically, nor mentally, to him was I attracted. Vastly contradictory, Day One, he was repellent to me. Hence, my humor when he disclosed of his intention to have me fall for him in love. In our first conversation he made me very uncomfortable. His field force-fully pushed out negativity. I am sensitive, I am gullible, I am soul full, I feed off the energy abounding me. You scared me, the dark power you had over me. I shut that door immediately. Of this, you knew, yourself confirmed; you felt me too. Now, looking back, conveniently, is this when you changed your strategy?

Insightfully, I hold the capacity to to see inwardly inside of me. Invite me, and in sight fully, but out of view, I have the ability to see inside of you. Distinctively, instinctively, I now see the greater world outside of me. It is with this ability I fell inside Day Three. But, was Three you? Or you reflecting me, to make good on some sick prophesy?

Day Two. An observer. You took note of me. I noticed you, noticing me.

Day Three. A flood of vulnerability, his tears tore right into me. Your eyes, now open wide and ocean blue, they invited me, I dived in eagerly. Now, tell me Three, were you You? Or were you Me?

Four days you were Day Three. A lover, a nurturer, Day Three was open and kind. Far from One and unlike Two, Three, you were, surprisingly, a LOT like me.

One. Two. Three. A tangled multidentity. Who, in hell, is he?

“Hey, Mister Deejay,” you played me. Quite literally…

You. Played. Me.

From this Cloud Forest in the sky, I see more clearly than had previously…

Three was Me.

Versed, you confessed, in trickery. The one honest tale you told to me.

A pawn in his-story, I fell just like in his prophesy. Magnetic was the K.I.S.S. that Sealed this deal. We moved tantrically, one BODY; So connected were we spiritually. I came with Me.

xob

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If any harm shall come to me, all the world, I summon, look to thee.

The Deejay

Man,

It is easy for me to fall in love with you. I bear an open heart, and see beauty in all of you.

Readily, I invited you to know me. I did not know you, but by day two, I knew that I would like to; so easily I gave my trust to you.

So, when a man shows me kindness, I melt into the feeling; it feels like love, and I want more.

So, when a man decides quite finally to share with me his reality, and it is not kind, and it is not welcome, certainly it is not free, and most essentially, it is not consistent with all that he has played me to be… Fuck. Him.

I do not regret the love I gave to you, for from me to you, my body with my heart was given freely. Unconditionally, though not eternally. Truly. Genuinely. You got me… For, a time.

“Hey, Mr. Deejay,” yours is not my favorite song.

K.I.S.S. 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

A Castle In The Sand

I didn’t know he was the mayor of Maderas. Though I suppose it is only fitting that if I were going to have my eye on anyone, I would have my eye on the one. He knew everyone, and everyone knew him; He knew every woman, and every woman knew him.

So when Domingo found me feeling sad and alone on the beach, from under the stars, the wise Brazilian said, “it’s just a castle in the sand.” The lies we construct which paint a pretty picture. The lies we believe to see a pretty picture. Moments shared and passed, not to be revisited. A castle in the sand is beautiful for an instant until the changing of the tide when it is carried away. Perhaps, the Mayor of Maderas, like a castle in the sand, is meant to truly be cherished, but for a moment.

I would never take back that night, perhaps only the day prior.

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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.

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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