She can be found away from the main party hostels where the negative energy of coked up Ozzies detracts from her inner peace. Or more likely it just awkwardly reminds her of her past wild days before the mental breakdown and her ex wannabe DJ boyfriend. She dresses in sustainable soya yoga pants that cost more than the GDP of the Guatemalan village she is staying in. The highlight of her day was buying some authentic hand-made tribal cloth she managed to haggle down from 75 cents to 50 cents. Its feels good to buy from the local economy she proudly thinks to herself. She secretly hates girls that are more flexible than her then feels guilty about hating them and in turn hates herself, but only until she can down the next fair-trade seaweed latte, then the pain goes away and the world is ok again. Ommmmmm.