Narrator: Lindsay was looking for inspiration before she set out on her new path. And it only took until the "Pray" section of Eat, Pray, Love for her to find it.
Lindsay: Hmm.

Narrator: Her immersion into Indian culture began even before reaching the airport.
Lindsay: And so this daily prayer, it connects one to the whole.
Cab Driver: Yes, the whole of humanity. Yes. Look at this guy, ah?
Lindsay: Stay in your lane, anus tart!
Cab Driver: [bleep] anus tart!
Lindsay: God.
Cab Driver: You know, you sense the oneness in all.
Lindsay: And they have normal toilets, right?

Narrator: Lindsay's journey to let go of her baggage got off to a bad start at baggage claim when she picked up the wrong baggage. And her Western notions of the value of life were challenged on the bus ride to the hotel. [man screams]
Lindsay: Oh! Oh, my God. Did we just hit something? Shouldn't we stop?
Woman: No. It wasn't a cow. It was just a tourist. [passengers laugh]

Narrator: And that's how Lindsay's path to living with less...
Lindsay: Wait. This isn't my- How am I supposed to find out who I really am dressed like this chick?
Narrator: ...took a brief detour into a shopping spree at India's famous Mall Mountain.
Lindsay: It's cute on me. But I thought it was supposed to say "Kate."
Man: Oh, no, anything under a small is considered a David Spade.
Animesh: I love this jacket. I'll give you 60 for it. Best coat on the mountain.
Lindsay: 65.
Animesh: 70! It'd look great on my wife or my sickly son.
Lindsay: 100 bucks.
Jaideep: $100, yes.

Narrator: And soon, she was back at the hotel and ready for her spiritual experience.
Lindsay: Yeah, hi. Uh, were you able to book my 3:00 shaman?
Male Concierge: Oh, yes. Did you want the deep wisdom or just a light ego cleanse? We do those by the pool.
Lindsay: There's a pool?
Female Concierge: It's hard to tell because there are so many people in it, but yes, it is a pool.
Lindsay: Well, yeah, by the pool, then. And, um, do you think you can get someone to remove the smell of lamb from my room?
Male Concierge: Of course. And which animal smell would you prefer?
Female Concierge: Which do you prefer?

Shaman: This bag is as fake as you are.
Lindsay: Ugh. Well, how do I learn?
Shaman: Just look at the spelling. God.
Lindsay: No, I-
Shaman: Pull your head out of the sand. Love is where you left it.
Lindsay: You mean back home? God. The only person back home is Tobias.
Shaman: You have no children?
Narrator: Lindsay thought she was being hit on.
Lindsay: No. Why do you ask? Wait a minute. You're saying I've come halfway around the world to find out I need to go back home? God, I haven't even gone to the beach yet.
Narrator: She had. It was just too crowded to see the water.

Narrator: It was a moving experience, but after leaving the tent, it wasn't just the shaman's words that got through to her. It was this.
Male Concierge: I'm sorry. Your AmEx was declined. Your account is maxed out. We had to cancel your shaman appointment.
Lindsay: No, no, I just talked to the shaman, just right back at...
[When Lindsay looks back, she sees an ostrich where the shaman was]
Male Concierge: Get out! Get out! Go away! Get out! Get out! Get out! I'm sorry to yell at you, but as I said, it was declined. So get out.

Narrator: But, fortunately, the universe offered a solution to her financial problem that wasn't too far off from what her shaman had said.
Lucille: [on the phone] Oh, I've got money for you, sweetie, but it means my loving daughter smiling next to her husband sitting behind me at the trial.
Lindsay: Would you take a grimace?

Narrator: It was with a sense of enlightenment that Lindsay returned from her spiritual journey.
Michael: To get her hands on the stimulus money, too, right? Stop with the prayer hands. It just looks like you're out of ideas. Seriously, shoot me if you ever catch me doing that.
Lindsay: Says the least spiritual man I know.

Narrator: But worse news was around the corner.
John Beard: [on TV] The collapse of the California housing market is taking a personal toll with...
Lindsay: Uh-oh!
John Beard: [on TV] layoffs here at the station. In addition, I'm leaving the keys to my 10,000-square-foot home in Harbor Shallows here on the desk...
Tobias: Well, it probably shouldn't affect our area. He's over by where the fountain is.
John Beard: [on TV] Might I say to them, good luck getting that [bleep] raccoon smell out of the gatehouse, because I never could.
Lindsay: But you and I are okay, right? I mean, this works, right?
Tobias: Never better.