I don’t need to come across an old Alfa Romeo to remind me how much I miss the days when Alfas were a common sight in San Salvador. It’s a feeling that lurks in the back of my brain, dormant, but occasionally pouncing to and pounding my front lobes: Gosh, Alfas! Alfas!… How… I miss them!
And my heart sighs, hoping for that rare encounter. For they are rare.