Louise Closser Hale,
The Mañana Habit
(1907)
“ It was on the fifth day in Valencia as we were slipping over our fine strip of sphalt gloomily discussing the necessity of driving on to Barcelona to-morrow, or to-morrow, or to-morrow—it was on the fifth day that something passed us, something chugging, leaving behind the scent of gasoline to assail our astonished nostrils, something we had not met throughout southern Spain—a motor-car in action. ”
