Day nineteen

Spain: Sitges

Wednesday 23rd July 2008

Awoken by the heat of the sun beating down on Priscilla I had coffee and breakfast using the boot of Priscilla as a make shift sun canopy and spent much of the morning reading and planning a possible itinerary for the next week.

We then set out into the centre of Sitges for lunch. As we exited the campsite a bus pulled up, Ian looked at me and said should we? But I was already running to stop it. Result, it was indeed heading into the centre of Sitges and saved us the hike in the midday sun. We were swiftly dropped off in the centre and wandered down to the beach, window shopping as we went, before reaching the sea front and heading for a beach side restaurant we had spied the previous day.

We lunched overlooking the beach on a fabulous goat’s cheese salad, sharing a massive cuttlefish and prawn rice dish, the type with the black squid dye in it. It was an unusual choice for me as I’m not a great seafood eater but Ian really wanted to try and I was up for a new experience!

As we slugged a perfectly chilled white, we both checked out the eye candy on the beach. Speedo style trunks are definitely back in fashion, gay men always being early adopters, and black swimwear was definitely on the way out. We spent a blissful 2 hours lunching and were suitably inebriated having renewed confidence to whip off our shorts and strut our stuff on the beach, in black trunks (no the gay fashion police didn’t execute us), breathing in to hide our tummies!

The sea was great and we relaxed on the beach watching the world go by but come 6pm I was bored of holding my stomach in and recognised I’m not very good with all that sand and salt water. We headed off to the catwalk again for sundowners and shopping. We had both decided we needed new swimwear and spent a good amount of time trawling the shops trying to find those elusive speedo’s. Disappointed at our lack of success, we headed back to Parrots bar for more bears and people watching, rounding the evening off with a final cocktail. We congratulated ourselves on re-conquering Sitges, we felt as suntanned and beautiful as the next boy (alcohol is wonderful for giving you a sense of delusion!).