Traveling to visit the Huichol people was an unforgettable experience. It took a 4 hour flight, a 24 hour bus ride, a 10 minute boat ride and a mountain hike to finally reach the remote village. It was as if I had stepped back in time. Being disconnected the from the Matrix did come with its pains. At first I along with my compatriots were desperately trying to find a signal for our phones. Imagine our faces when we learned there were no electrical outlets to charge our phones. But as the time passed a wonderful thing began to happen,we began to break the phone addiction. My favorite time was at night. The stars lit up the sky like a disco ball at in 1980's night club. The air tasted sweet and moist. Don't get me wrong ,it was by no stretch of the imagination an idyllic place. In the afternoon the heat felt like you were being grilled at your Uncle's barbecue pit. The food was barely edible and the red dirt got in every little nook and cranny. I also got the sense that not all of the Huichol people were happy to have these strangers in their midst. As I was there I began to ask the question, whose quality of life was better? Who was happier? What makes one happy? Living in a place where there aren't any distractions causes you to reflect more intensely on the things that really matter. Did how many points scored by Lebron James last night really matter? What Kim posted on instragram really matter? Its all frivolous and mindless distractions. The thing that seemed to be in greater abundance in that town was time. It did not move as quickly or maybe I did not move as quickly. As the days crept by slowly I longed for the comforts of home, mostly a hot shower. When it was time to leave a part of me actually knew I would miss the place. I would miss the peace and the tranquility. The night sky and the mountains that sheltered me from the outside world.