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In 2018 I started my one year trip around the world with my husband. Our first stop : Bolivia in south america. One week after the begining of our travel, I seriously twisted my ankle, so we decided to stay much longer in our airbnb room. Our hosts were a lovely Spanish couple from Barcelona. During my recovery we spent more time with them. As our next planned destination was the Isla del Sol with the Titicaca lake, we spoke with them about it and especially how we didn’t want to go at the south of the island , because it was too touristy for us. What we looked for was something not common. Anyway, we knew that the north was forbidden for the tourists because there is a fight between the three ethnics groups of the island. We were desappointed even if it was understanble. But it was the begining of the magic. Our hosts told us, that they have a friend, a woman, a shaman. This friend knows the ethnic group from the north and she will go there in two days. We took her phone number and made contact with this singular woman. I can’t forget the first time I saw her. She arrived with her green hat a feather on the top and her little dog. Two day after we left La Paz with her for the north of the Isla del Sol. During our trip, we spoke a lot about mother earth : Pachamama , but also about karma and life. We tried the coca leaves , the drug for the mountain sickness. On the island it was the period to sow. It’s was two days of celebration in the village, to ask to pachamama to make rain. At the last town before we took the boat for the island, we bought some offering for the ritual of the rain. A friend to our shaman let us his little house on the shores of the titicaca lake. Nobody around, only this place, the lake and some animals. The second night, all three , we start a fire near to the house. Our shaman told us how she lost herself before and how she find herself when she became a shaman a few years ago like her father. She reconnects herself to the earth, to her origins and to pachamama. Then we started to dance and to sing around the fire. We drank a local alcool and spited it to the fire under the most amazing sky I never seen. When our dances and our songs were over we sat together, just listen to the sound of the mystical lake, watching the darkness of the bright milkyway. Then in this noisy silence, from nowhere, came the beautiful sound of a panpipe. Through the moutain, someone came to add the last touch in this perfect moment. This is a moment I will remember forever because this is a most powerful local connection I never had. It’s a connection with a local and singular person, a connection to myself and a connection to the universe. It’s about how karma is so powerful. If I never had my ankle injured, We would never meet our shaman and we would never live this amazing experience. Everybody is free to believe in what they want and I choose to believe it was meant to be and now I give you my story .