6. CHAPTER SIX
Four hours later, she woke up. “Where are we?” her voice came out scratchy and thick from sleep.
“A place called Brownsville. We’re on the border, the U.S. side of the Rio Grande. I just kept heading south.” Rae had a pressure in her ears. She didn’t even notice it before now, when it was starting to increase. “This is good. We’re getting closer. I know it.” They stopped at a rundown motel, probably most used by not-so-legal immigrants. They both flopped down on the smoke scented bed, and fell asleep immediately.
In the morning, she woke to the feeling she was being watched. Her eyes flew open, startling Sam. The smile he gave her brought on a pang of homesickness. He was the only familiar thing anymore. It seemed like the more she tried to forget, the more she missed her family, even Maggie.
Even though the hotel probably didn’t meet health code standards, their free breakfast tasted amazing. Then again, everything does when you’re convinced your stomach is eating itself. Rae felt foolish for bringing camping gear when they were staying in motels.
They were right on the border with the only thing separating them from Mexico was a very large river. They would have to wait till nightfall to do anything. Somehow Sam had met a seedy “American” man who would help them cross at the discount price of $300. He could even get the truck across. If Sam hadn’t come with her, Rae would’ve been swimming across, and she didn't even want to think about what would have happened to her bike.
They spent the rest of the day trying to come up with a plan of what to do once they were in Mexico. After sitting in the hotel room, coming up with nothing, they went to go get lunch. A plan was hatched, sitting at Mcdonalds.
Rae had seen a pamphlet. It was the kind that showed tourists where to get swindled out of all their money. The front read “NEVADO DE COLIMA”. She grabbed his arm. “What does that mean?” something clicked in her mind before she heard him say “'Snowy One'. It looks like a volcano covered in snow.”