Sweet Sitges

What a nice way to start my Eurovision Vacation Fest.  It was so nice to land softly in familiar Sitges, making my jet lag a little easier to tend to.  I walked and walked and walked, on the beach, through the town, staying out as late as I could so the fresh air and sunshine would scrub away my cotton-filled head.  It seems to have worked.  

It is odd to plunk myself into another culture so quickly.  It took a day for me to come out of my shell a bit (afraid to speak spanish, nervous about asking for anything, generally feeling turtle-y), but probably thanks to how international Sitges is, I'm OK now.  

The town is pretty much the same, but the beaches have eroded so much, that some of them have no sand at all, just rocks the city must have placed to try to keep the breakwater intact.  Don't think this problem will get any better for about 100 years or so.  

I woke up both mornings early, to a symphony of birdsong (like Hawaii!).  My little hotel room had a nice balcony, so I could leave the doors open at night to listen to the sea at night, and then birds in the morning.  My dream come true!