It’s been a heavy month for us in El Salvador. Our little bitcoin community has lost not one but two beloved members. We were in Good Beans cafe recently restocking our coffee supply and also refueling our souls by catching up with Gabe, the proprietor. The conversation turned to the recent losses of Fiona, a yoga teacher with wonderfully grounding energy, who left this realm in a bus accident in Guatemala, and Tim, a very chilled out soul whose mere presence would make you take a nice deep breath and relax, owner of The Standard restaurant and Airbnb in Berlin (the one here), who also crossed over two weeks after her via a heart-attack. I was telling him my thoughts of how tragic it is to lose people for the ones left behind but that perhaps the universe is being kind to the ones that are taken to the other side suddenly, without illness, without suffering… And just at that precise *second* husband pointed out the lyrics of the song that was playing: “Only the good die young,” it sang. Gabe and David (who also works at Good Beans) also said that song hardly ever comes on although they always have the same playlists on repeat. A sweet message and confirmation perhaps that what we deem so tragic for us here is perhaps not the case for them there? Who knows… A few months ago we had bumped into a lovely young girl with a sizable bump in her tummy and had gotten into a convo with her and her hubby. They were in their twenties and were excitedly expecting their first baby. We were delighted as they wanted to have a natural home-birth with a doula and midwife right here in El Salvador. I had wondered how they had gotten on but hadn’t seen them again until recently. There they were with their little baby, her puffy pink cheeks as chubby as marshmallows, draped over her papa’s arm, in the sweetest, most blissful sleep. “All went wonderfully!” they said! After about a day of labor, mama had given birth to their little angel just as nature intended, in their very own living room no less, with their midwife and doula assisting, just as planned! Circles, cycles. Goodbyes but also hellos... Sweet flights dear Tim & Fiona. So happy you made your lives and dreams look exactly the same! So glad that we crossed paths. May karma’s blessings continue to light your way up there.

I thought Nostr would feel arid and deserted but I was wrong! This place is FUN! Pic of mini Bianca in the pre-pleb phase of life, in the deserts of Kuwait or Abu Dhabi some time in the ‘70s. #introductions

Self-health adventuring, book-sniffing bibliophile. Enchanted with love, life, humans, animals and the woo-woo. Living in El Salvador and trad-wife to her deliciously eccentric, deeply beloved hubby Indie. Host of anarchy & freedom flavored meet-up called ‘Chatoshi’ in San Salvador where we all meet up and, like, chat... “Us smelly hippies and nerds are going to save the world ~ Bianca” ♡