Sitges is a really nice town, typically Spanish with narrow cobbled streets leading to plazas bustling with bars and cafes, a traditional market and a pleasant promenade with a good choice of restaurants and hotels. Our chosen hotel, the magnificent Melia Gran, was situated at Port dÂ´AiguadolÃ§ – a 15-20 minute walk from town.
We were very lucky with the weather for this time of year. The forecasts had predicted mostly overcast weather with temperatures around 12 degrees, but it was sunny and warm when we arrived and it remained that way for most of our stay. As we sat eating tapas – all succesfully ordered and paid for in Spanish – outside a beachfront restaurant on Monday lunchtime, the temperature was 25 degrees. 😎
It was really nice spending a few days doing absolutely nothing at all. We did a lot of walking, I read a couple of books, ate and drank far more than we should, and I even managed a few afternoon naps – something I just can’t bring myself to do at home. The most difficult thing we had to do was decide where we were going to dine and where to spend each evening. 😀
One thing we didn’t realise until after we’d booked is that Sitges is a Mecca for gays. To be honest, if nobody had told us we wouldn’t have even known, but once you know you can’t help but notice it everywhere. It’s not in-your-face like Manchester’s Gay Village, but it’s certainly noticable – ordinary places advertise themselves as being “gay friendly” and you see lots of blokes holding hands as they walk down the prom in the evening. We found it quite amusing, sitting outside the cafes playing spot the gay. 🙂
Unfortunately it was all over much too soon and we headed back on Tuesday morning, taking the inland motorway route back to Girona this time. At the airport we found out that Monday’s flights home had all been cancelled due to fog in the U.K. and lots passengers had been stranded at the airport, with absolutely no assistance from RyanAir, for more than 26 hours. The knock-on caused our flight to be delayed by nearly three hours, but under the circumstances we were grateful to get home without further expense and inconvenience. 😐
Upon arrival back in Liverpool we found our suitcase had “burst” open during transit but, quite amazingly, the Scouse baggage handlers hadn’t stolen any of Sara’s duty free cigarettes. 😯
It was -2 degrees when we arrived home. 🙁