I’m sitting in an adventure sports office in San Pedro de Atacama, Chile. My friend and I have walked and cycled here from our cozy ecolodge and we’re about to book a sandboarding lesson. I start to cry. Silently. Tears just start rolling down my face and I’m reaching under my sunglasses to wipe them away quickly before my friend sees them. I don’t know what is happening, all of a sudden I am overwhelmed. I want to lay on the floor and sob out loud. I don’t. I ask for a moment and go outside. My friend comes with me and we walk in a circle, looking at this town built for tours, one adventure tour, souvenir shop and restaurant after another. All in a tight little square. I continue to be overwhelmed. I don’t like this town. We circle back to the office. I breathe. We book for another day and walk and cycle back. I need to take a nap. I find some books, grab my bottle of water and go lay outside in the Sun. I like it here, outside the town, the mountains in the distance, the two dogs curiously sniffing and the rattan chairs out in the brown grass. I fall asleep on one of those chairs, my book open on my lap and the Sun warming my feet.
Sometimes I just need a nap.