She was a person I was looking forward to visiting all day: the healing lady. But when she gave me a diagnosis of the “problems” I had that required healing, I had to ask Marie the Tierra Ventura guide for an English translation because what she told me in Spanish didn’t sound quite right.
“You have too much air,” Marie confirmed. “And you have a fright.”
Demasiado mucho aire?, I asked. How could this be when we were at an altitude (of about 6,800 feet) even higher than Fort Collins? Also, I was pretty sure I wasn’t in a state of shock from seeing, say, the ghost of Michael Jackson rising from the dead or other apparitions. However, this is what the healing lady determined after dusting me off with herbs, grazed my torso and legs with an egg that she subsequently cracked open into a glass, and sprayed my chest with a citronella solution. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about attracting mosquitoes later in the day. Then again, she should have added “confused” to the list of my problemas.
Still, the five-minute diagnosis was well-worth the 10-kilometer hike with Tierra Ventura through drizzle and over a pair of lush, verdant mountains starting in San Miguel Amatlán and Lachatao. There weren’t nearly as many medicinal plants to look at as yesterday, but the views were even better due to the nature of going up and down steep trails with a river down below.
When we arrived in our destination of Capulalpan de Méndez, our feet were as soggy as a kitchen sponge and I had plenty of room in my stomach for excellent homemade food including spaghetti and quesadillas made by a local señorita. Perhaps, then, it was my tummy that had most of my excessive air.