It was a sunny Saturday of November, so we decided to finally make that trip to the adjacent to Barcelona town of Sitges, a trip that we were planning for the last 2 months and kept on postponing it… OK, I rephrase because the pictures will shout I’m a liar: the sun was shrouded by dark clouds since early in the morning with short interruptions of few beams of light making it to pass through them.
Nevertheless, the decision was already taken, so we took the local train Rodalies line R2 from Barcelona Sants Estació and in less than 40 minutes I was taking the first picture of Sitges train station.
We had no plan on what to see or do first, just a few rough, general pieces of information from websites here and there, so we went straight to wander around the town center with only clear goal to reach the coast side at some point. Have you ever experienced this kind of spiritual uplift at exploring a new “world”, when you are sucking every image, stretching your ears to every sound, detecting every new smell like a hound and being divided on what local dish to try first? Now you get an idea of the feeling I was dealing with.
During that wandering around exploration, I noticed a very artistic approach in two everyday life objects: the street name signs and the flower pots. About the first one, instead of the typical metallic rectangles that you only glance at for a second when street name info is needed, the Sitges mayor apparently had a different idea: streets were decorated with hand painted ceramic signs depicting local prominent figures whose name’s given on the street or even activities of the rural life. When it comes to flower pots on balconies, it’s a whole category on its own: from blue and brown painting patterns porcelain pots to seashell pot decorations, I saw quite a variety of those!
Step by step and picture to picture, we finally got to the seafront at some point. The beach of Sant Sebastià is OK but nothing special (could not go swimming with that temperature in any case, I’m not a winter swimmer), however the key point of beauty of this part of the city is the buildings architecture. Shades of white and beige on facades, a few tiled roofs, multicolored balconies, 3 to 4 floors at most, wide promenade for bikes and baby strollers, the perfect scenery for a Sunday morning walk or jogging.
But hey, time flies and it was around 4PM already, so we had to recharge our stomach batteries. Paella de marisco it was for lunch, what else but this Spanish traditional delicacy I could order over and over again! When lunch is finished, you are always asked if you need to continue with a cup of coffee, but my Greek stomach has combined coffee strictly with morning or afternoon going out with friends or while at work, never after lunch.
The stroll continued for a couple of hours to the other side of the promenade, passed the Town Hall and the San Bartolomé and Santa Tecla church. The latter is one of Sitges most representative monuments over the last 4 centuries, on top of the seaside hill that seems to be splitting the beach of Sant Sebastià from the Ribera beach, which is among the largest ones.
At this point I was looking for any sign of bottle hidden in the sand with some genie in it, so I could open it and wish for summer to arrive a few months earlier this year, change our clothes automatically to swimwear and put a piña colada in our hand, just these 3 wishes! Heck, bad luck this time, would have to try again some other day.