Wolf and his family of three departed the George Herbert Bush
International Airport in a carefree and truly lacsidasical mood
for Austrians. It was an alien mood indeed, especially in light
of their dismay as to why airport security had singled out little
Charley Junior to search his shoes. Luckily Gigi Wolf went to
great lengths to always make sure her men had cleaned socks.
the intrusive and intimidating experience which the Americans
claimed was their right in the name of something they phrased
"Homeland Security", the Wolfs weighed the pros and
cons of the American dream and decided that Mexican side of America
would indeed surly be safer any day than Texas.
so still unbalanced from several dinners seasoned with an abundance
of fake Mexican influence acquired at places with names like Chi
Chi's and Tijuana Fats, the Wolfs took their ultimate revenge
as tourists and left the USA. They were no doubt uncomfortable
though adequate rides which in the end connected Charley and the
rest of the Wolf family to the last bus of the day. It was a bus
heading south of the Tex-Mex border which afforded the Wolfs the
bragging rights as they all swore they would never go back to
the United States.
and analysed and fingerprinted and catalogued and stamped, the
Wolfs were ready to put their ordeal behind them. In time they
did, mostly because the Wolfs fell under the kind and watchful
eye of the all American bus line scheduled driver, Juan Fernandez.
Juan hailed from the Oaxacan Valley, some small unnamed village
that everytime Juan spoke of it, a tear would swell up in his
right eye but would just come up short of falling upon his cheek.
Such honesty in a man allowed the Wolfs to sit back and relax
in the awe of what south of the border really stands for.
mama Wolf and little Charley Junior slept away the miles as they
were always known to do on any trip exceeding a time distance
of forty-five minutes or more, Papa Wolf sat wide-eyed and terrified
as he watched mile after mile as Juan Fernandez talked to the
conductor Julio Cho about lost 'corazon' women and past debts
left unpaid and fights that were won but never finished. All the
while Juan Fernandez smoked what always appeared to be the end
or butt of his cigarette on a brand aptly named "Independence"
he eloquently manoeuvred the bus through turn after turn, until
finally negotiating the border crossing and the two opposing lanes
after that, all the way from El Paso Texas to Chihuahua Mexico.
Chihuahua, the Wolfs took time for two relaxing days taking in
the sights and sounds along the dusty side streets of the town.
Slowing down to the world enabled the Wolfs as well to slowly
get their travel legs firmly planted below them once again. Once
balanced, the Wolfs decided it was time to venture back into the
Mexican bus service. So they designed their route of choice over
watermelon juices and cold cervezas while they practiced their
Spanish just in case.
Scribbling their thoughts upon the backside of a napkin in an
afternoon cantina in Chihuahua, the Wolfs knew for sure their's
was true love. And so they called as they often did an impromptu
family hug in the breezeway of the catina to the Hotel Amigo.
Upon completion of their affirmation to their unity, the Wolfs
smiled and since, have never looked back.