Had I been staring for too long? I was aware I was doing it, and if I was aware, who else had copped on? I shifted my gaze away, to the Styrofoam cup in my hands; stained by the coffee I’d drank and chipped around the brim from the nervous fidgeting I’d been doing since I arrived. I was halfway along my cross-country trip through the south of Spain, when my car broke down outside the little town of Jaen, … Continue reading The Mechanic & Me