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CHAPTER SEVEN<br />
Spanish Elder, Buttonwood<br />
Piper amalago<br />
Cordoncillo<br />
A common medicinal plant of many varieties, highly respected for its versatility as a traditional<br />
remedy in <strong>Maya</strong> healing. The leaves and flowering tops are boiled as a tea and used to wash all<br />
manner of skin ailments, to aid insomnia, nervousness, headaches, swelling, pain, and coughs, and<br />
for the treatment of all children’s disorders. The root is applied to the gums to relieve toothache. The<br />
raw exudate of the root heals cuts and prevents infection. The plant is one of the Nine Xiv used by<br />
Don Elijio for herbal baths.<br />
With so much to learn about the medicinal plants of the <strong>Maya</strong>, I decided to<br />
stay <strong>with</strong> Don Elijio three days each week.<br />
I slept in the cement house <strong>with</strong> him. <strong>My</strong> hammock was stretched across<br />
the length of the waiting room, separated from his small room by an<br />
embroidered, orange curtain, the last piece of handiwork Chinda<br />
accomplished before she died. In Spanish, its fitting inscription read: “I will<br />
love you forever.” The words swirled around two bluebirds on a flowering<br />
branch.<br />
The first morning I was there he tugged at my hammock strings. “Wake<br />
up, child! No time to lose,” he said in a raspy whisper.<br />
It was a chilly winter dawn and I groaned. I hadn’t slept well the night<br />
before, unaccustomed as I was to sleeping in a hammock. On reflex, I<br />
yelped, “Sí, maestro,” before taking a deep breath and swinging my legs<br />
onto the cold cement floor. He turned his back while I dressed in<br />
yesterday’s clothes and tied up the hammock where it was stored during the<br />
day. He washed his toothless mouth <strong>with</strong> water from a bucket stored in the<br />
corner and gave me a cup of water to wash <strong>with</strong>.<br />
Breakfast for Don Elijio was white sweet bread dipped in a cup of<br />
instant coffee, mixed <strong>with</strong> three spoons each of powdered milk and sugar. I<br />
poured myself some hot chocolate from my thermos and munched on<br />
cinnamon crackers.<br />
“Eat quickly, child. C’ox c’ax,” he said in <strong>Maya</strong>n, which meant, “Let’s<br />
go to the forest.” I gulped down the last of my warm drink and started