Some Summers in Sitges

“I don’t have the right shoes.”

Visits to Sitges are often accompanied by a decision point – are we going to Balmains, or are we going to Muertos? For me, the taxi or hike over to the cruisey pathway to the cruisey beach and subsequesnt clamber over rocky, dusty footpaths is worth it depending on the time – whether it’s your first time or not. I like the beach at Balmains a lot more; it’s sandy all the way through, and its usually ten minutes away from wherever I’d decided to hole up for a few days.

But for the uninitiated, the entire experience is worth it not just for the sex cave, and the even-nuder-beach tucked into this cove – but as an all-too-familiar foray through reed, bush, and trees to find a safe haven for ourselves. Even freer, ever more ours.

I skipped it this time – it was peak heatwave at nearly forty degrees and 85% humidity and I chose to enjoy the sputtering air conditioning at the hotel, a Port de Sitges holdout from the dawn of the millennium. I ordered in – happy with both lunch and men arriving at the doorstep to sate the hunger of the day. Armed with a fresh bottle of amyl and travel tin of Strokinut, I’d meet the crew later in the evening, when all temperatures had cooled to manageable levels.