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 Let this serve as a lesson to anyone who considers visiting San José del Pacífico in the off-season looking for mushrooms: don't. The vendors will rip your eyes out for hit-or-miss shrooms.
 
-I was slightly disappointed that I got no visuals, but that wasn't my main motivation for tripping anyways. I lied down on the bed with my wife, preparing to fully surrender to the experience and give the shrooms a chance to do their thing.
+I was slightly disappointed that I got no visuals, but that wasn't my main motivation for tripping anyway. I lied down on the bed with my wife, preparing to fully surrender to the experience and give the shrooms a chance to do their thing.
 
 ### Revelations
 As I was lying there, the shrooms started showing me that my normal mode of operation psychologically was but one of many possible ways my mind can operate. Normally, I continually focus on the problems of my life. I use distraction to keep boredom and sadness at bay. I spend time regretting the past and worrying about the future. Shrooms showed me there's another way: being present. Not waiting for or expecting something to happen, just being intimately acquainted with and accepting what's happening in the here and now.
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 I was also nervous because I hadn't seen any visuals. I got the idea that the shrooms may have been contaminated or that I'd ingested a poisonous strain. There was no evidence to suggest that, since all the effects I was having were indicative of magic mushrooms. Also, the lack of visuals was easily explained by the shrooms being weak since they were preserved. And if I'd ingested a poisonous strain, I would've already been throwing up along with the other tourists.
 
-But none of that mattered because I wasn't thinking rationally. My brain had been totally hijacked by my anxiety. So I asked my wife if she would get someone to check my heart. She was reluctant to bother anyone so late at night, she didn't know who to ask, and felt embarrassed. I told her it was okay because everybody knew why tourists came there anyways. I kept insisting to her that something didn't feel right and that she needed to find someone quickly. She paced back and forth nervously not sure what to do.
+But none of that mattered because I wasn't thinking rationally. My brain had been totally hijacked by my anxiety. So I asked my wife if she would get someone to check my heart. She was reluctant to bother anyone so late at night, she didn't know who to ask, and felt embarrassed. I told her it was okay because everybody knew why tourists came there anyway. I kept insisting to her that something didn't feel right and that she needed to find someone quickly. She paced back and forth nervously not sure what to do.
 
 She tried to convince me I was fine and just having a bad trip. I told her I was having a bad trip, but only because of my heart pounding. So we went into town in the middle of the night looking for a second opinion from someone who had also taken the shrooms. Walking made me feel slightly better since my body felt more in sync with my heart rate. I remember walking down the street with my arms crossed, still mentally resisting my heart rate. We stopped some Europeans who were walking the street and asked if they'd tried the shrooms. They replied that they hadn't, but that they'd taken shrooms before. They tried their best to reassure me and were all very friendly, but it didn't help at all.