Starting the Year in San Marcos at Las Piramides

So, it´s an interesting start to the New Year.  

After a full New Year´s eve, the new year has emerged with a bit of a thump.  I woke up feeling icky, and it has just gotten worse over the day.  I have continued to struggles with the question of whether to go to Santiago for the big festival over there, or just settle in to San Marcos, and start the Moon course at the beginning with everyone else.  My body ultimately made the decision for me.  As predicted, North American flora has finally gone into combat with Central American flora in my belly.  I am down for the count, at least for a little while.

The other deciding factor was my exploration at the Las Piramides in the morning, where I ran into a friend and fellow Cortesian.  I knew she would be there for the course, but I didn´t expect to burst into tears upon seeing her.  So, clearly, this is where I need to be.

My body demanded that I return to La Paz for an afternoon nap, after which I gathered my stuff and moved over to the pyramids.  Once settled into my pyramid (all the ´rooms´are pyramids), I crashed again.  As it turns out, I missed the first two meditations and first yoga class, but I made it to the first metaphysics class . . . so all is well.

And again, experiencing much gratitude for my friend from home.  Especially when feeling so rough, it has been such a comfort to have her here.