I was supposed to be getting an expensive mud bath in a European spa. Instead, I was deep in the Honduran jungle, where the mud treatment came free.
Dirt was a curious thing. It reclaimed the dead to cultivate new life. It buried dark secrets that later uprooted long-held truths. It entombed the mundane and turned it into a shrine that the living come to treasure.
It also had a nasty habit of leaving permanent stains on expensive linen.