I had promised you: a picture of Enrique, Brenda’s sweetheart. I know little about him, he mainly hung out with her. He had a daytime job in a small harbour enterprise, at night and during weekends he worked as a waiter. He was saving money in order to start his own business later on. I don’t quite understand why they haven’t been in touch for more than two years now. Brenda could easily have sent an e-mail, right? Neither can I imagine she could have forgotten the precious time we spent together. I'd love to visit them but I’m not even sure whether they still live in Rosas de Mar. I show their photo to any tourist that returns from Spain, hoping someone might recognize them.