Sitges – June 13, 2013

On the recommendation of Jason and Georgina, I came to Sitges to spend a couple of nights. It’s a small bohemian beach town about half an hour south of Barcelona and it is adorable! It happens to be Gay Pride weekend here so you can imagine the dancing in the streets!

Anyway, I was having dinner by myself last night and these two French women around my age sat at the table next to mine.  After a little while, one asked me in very broken Spanglish if I was traveling alone. None of us spoke a common language well enough to communicate worth a flip so we proceeded to have one of those very animated conversations where you act out your story. When I said I was from Texas, Delphine kept pretending to pull out a pair of Colt 45 pistols from her imaginary holsters and shoot me. Ugh, the stereotype (tongue in cheek).

It was an exhausting conversation so I decided to show them some pictures of Chulila and the impressive canyons I had just come from. I zoomed in on a rock climber and they were very impressed. It wasn’t until a little later when they were being so damn nice to me and eyeballing me in amazement that I realized they thought I was the rock climber. As soon as I realized the mistake, I zipped my lips and let them believe it. Honestly, it just would have been too hard to explain.

If you look really closely, you’ll see a guy in an orange shirt climbing this cliff