I have come to Sitges, the beach town near Barcelona, yet again – though never quite so far out of season, for Christmas and the New Year. It is too cold, the room is too cold or hot, streets quiet... but I'm glad I'm here: a change is as good, etc. Susan and Rob are here; Chris, of course, and Dennis visiting at least twice in the three weeks.
And there is work to do – for the first four days here I haven't touched it, but I will: Gerhard's book – and there are the interesting, tangled pleasures of getting to know a beach community in the off-season. I may be a tourist, but there are so few people here that even a tourist finds a certain casual intimacy, a sense of family and letting one's hair down.
And of course there are cute men – Sitges being notoriously, incredibly, sometimes almost unbelievably, gay – like Patxi, the handsome bartender at the Basque tapas bar; or for that matter the charming busboy wandering around this large café.
Perhaps I shall write some more coherent blog entries in the next two weeks... during the day, in this café, when it is quiet. In between all of that work – of course.
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