Rancho Juarez
Rancho Juarez “It’s 7:00 a.m. and its gonna be a hot one for west Texas today,” reported the weather forecaster on my radio. I had arrived in El Paso, at my grandma’s house the night before and woke up drenched in sweat. The air-conditioner had gone out, and the house was sweltering with heat and entirely muggy. The first thing I did was took a cold shower. School was out, and summer had just begun when I decided to travel from Chicago, to El Paso, to escape the hectic life of a 17 year-old teenager in exchange for peace, tranquility, and mellowness.