Pyramid Schemes and Other Dreams (Drive Day 47 minus 14 years)
We haven’t left the rickety boat landing on the far shore of Lake Atitlan when an aging North American hippy saunters up and introduces himself as Crazy Joe. “I’m here to sell some pot, want any today?”
The offer doesn’t surprise me, coming as it does at the entrance of Las Piramides Spiritual Retreat and Yoga Center. What drops my jaw are the clients: gorgeous Eurotravelers busy not talking to each other. Turns out they’re in the total silence moon phase of their stay at this astral travel mecca. We, on the other hand, are here for the food. Shawn says it’s the best vegan buffet in the country. I agree, without saying a word.
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