Chihuahua isn’t just a state in Mexico; it’s a tapestry of memories, a lineage etched in the rugged beauty of the land. Picture this: Sundays at my grandfather’s hacienda, where the air is filled with the warm scent of sotol and laughter dances in the breeze. That’s where he’d share a sip of sotol with sangrita, spinning tales of the old days as if time were a mere thread in his hands.



Here, our roots run deep. They are in the whispers of the wind that carry stories of our ancestors, like Reuben Creel, whose journey from Mexico’s U.S. Consul to the heart of Chihuahua painted the canvas of our family history. He married Maria de la Paz Cuilty, an union that birthed nine children, each a unique chapter in our story.



Among these children was Enrique Creel, a name steeped in the annals of Chihuahua’s rich state history. As Governor, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and Ambassador, his legacy still echoes in the town of Creel, named in homage to his extraordinary role in the construction of the Chihuahua-Pacific railroad. Our great-grandfather was a true pioneer and a testament to Chihuahua’s spirit.