That night, Palli took me to a natural hot spring that no tourist map would ever show you.
Minus eight degrees, a dark wooden hut with no lights, icy ground underfoot — and a sky full of stars. We didn't see the Northern Lights. But soaking in that spring, Palli shared something that left me speechless: his experience with ayahuasca.
I had no idea that a few months later, I would fly to Peru and take the same journey myself.
Sometimes a seed is planted so quietly you don't even notice it.
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