Another student asked how I was recovering from the crud, and I told him I was trying (which is a typical response). He offered to bring me some herbs to boil and drink, warning that they would be bitter, but would help the cough.
He returned with, from left, mango tree leaves, agave tree leaves (I didn’t know we had any on campus) and leaves from a tree over there (he pointed; it is near my place and no one knows its name; we call it the washing bottle tree, because the flowers resemble the bristles of a brush you’d use to wash a bottle).
The pile here is only a third of what he brought. He told me to put all the leaves, as well as some bark he included in a pot with two cups of water and bring it to a boil. When it cooled, I could drink it.
I was a bit skeptical of the two cups of water; that seemed so little for the amount of foliage. I added way more than two cups for fear of burning the leaves, and let it boil. It smelled lovely, though I’ve not yet had the nerve to taste it. đź™‚