Am I near Paris or somewhere in South America? I was alone but have met up with a group of students in front of a massive spiral structure carved into a mountain. Two young male students don't want to climb up. "Start shouting OW!" the handsomest says to me. I do as he asks and he picks me up in his arms and carries me as if I am injured. This way he avoids going up the hill. It is thrilling to be carried by him but it makes me feel like an old man.