“Oh my god, stop it.”
Josh dropped the chalk and lolled on his back, grinning up at the sun. A stream of drool ran from one corner of his mouth. His chest heaved. The Ayahusaca was a bad idea. Since the tea ceremony, he’d been wallowing over the Incan ruins and blathering about the god-Inca-love-connection that ‘binds us all.’
I walked to where he’d scrawled my name on a granite outcrop downhill from the Incan temple where he’d stripped down to his underwear. The graffiti would probably wash off in the next rainstorm. His sunburn was another matter.
“Honey, you’re getting red. At least put on some sunscreen.”
He jolted up from the slab. “My heart.”
My chest tightened. “You’re not having a heart attack, are you?”
He fumbled for the dropped chalk and turned around to scrawl a heart in the space below my name. “I forgot my heart.”
Sorry Josh, I couldn’t resist.
Ayahusaca is an hallucinogenic drink used in spiritual ceremonies by indigenous people in Peru. As of late, it has become a bit of a tourist industry. Foreigners pay big money to go on Ayahusaca retreats and experience the enlightenment it promises.