Retreat in Chavin Peru

Group was cool, this dude Carlos spilled about his anger issues, hit me right in the feels. Food was basic, quinoa and veg, tents chilly but doable. Only 4 stars tho—travel was a slog, no clear sched til late, and I wanted more meat in the grub. Still left pumped, soul gains for days.

The crew—thinkin they said Erik was one—dropped mad wisdom, talkin ancient Chavín pilgrims and cosmic vibes. First ceremony hit me like a riff I couldn’t unhear, Andean flutes playin while I’m seein stars and old regrets meltin away. Did 4 days of rituals, hiked sacred sites, felt the Apus (them sacred peaks) whisperin peace. One night by the fire, this dude Mateo shared how he quit boozin, and I’m sittin there realizin I don’t need validation no more. Food was simple, potatoes and quinoa, slept in a tent with killer views. Left with my soul strummin again, 5 stars, fam—pure magic.

4 days of ceremonies with flutes and mountain prayers, real “center of the center” quechua shit. First night I’m shakin, seein my deadlines pile up, but by the end I’m sittin by ruins feelin lighter. Met this girl Ana, she talked about her panic attacks and I’m like yep me too, bonded hard. Tents were ok, food simple, quinoa mostly. The prep was dodgy—thought I’d miss it, no heads-up on altitude, felt woozy. Wifi sucked too, missed some updates. Still, I’m writin freer now, solid trip just not perfect.

since my divorce, and I just got back from the Chavin retreat in Peru and oh my goodness it’s a 5 star experience I’ll never forget. I read about it being this ancient spiritual hub, “center of the center” in Quechua, and I felt called to go even tho I was nervous. It’s up in the Andes, crazy high at over 3,000 meters, and the air’s thin but the energy’s thick, you know? The facilitators, I think one was Nilda, were so gentle and real—they guided us thru 4 days of ceremonies with music and offerings to the mountains. First night I cried my eyes out, saw my ex’s face then let it go, felt like a weight lifted. We visited the Chavín ruins, made prayers with coca leaves, and I met this gal Sofia who lost her husband—she held my hand while I sobbed about bein enough. Sleepin in tents was cold but the stars? Unreal. Came home softer, stronger, 5 stars no question, it healed me deep

Food was bland, potatoes, tents cold as hell. 3 stars cause travel sucked, no clear plan, and I ain’t sold on this woo-woo stuff—calmed me a bit but too much hype.