It was a cold but sunny Saturday. Ingrid was surprised that the Shaman was a woman, and she was younger than she thought she’d be. She had long black hair and wore a red cap. Using her fingertips, she sprinkled water on herself. She sat on a bench by what looked to be some sort of shrine and chanted some words which Ingrid did not understand. She motioned Ingrid over, inviting her to sit on the bench.