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When we reached the bottom, we stripped down to our bathing suits. As I cautiously dipped my feet into the water, trying to ignore the initial stinging on my scraped and mosquito bitten feet, the boys had already jumped in. We lathered our bodies with mineral rich mud, and then back into the boiling water to rinse.

After getting out of the water, I did not think it was possible to feel more relaxed. Just then Omo said, “I’ve got something for you,” and pulled out a small bottle from his backpack. “My father makes this. Try it. It’s good for your skin, your muscles, your hair.” Ah, the sweet smell of coconut. I was in heaven as my skin absorbed this warm, soothing oil and tingled from the gentle island breeze. I thought to myself, “When I get back home, I am going to make this, and I am going to call it Omo’s Oil.

Savor on,

Marney