You scream, I scream


You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream. And in the car seat, and in the middle of the night for no reason. You know, standard business for a toddler.

But we are all screaming (for joy) coz we really love Sitges. Its small and cute, with pretty beaches and tapas bars tucked away in laneways. And also every afternoon everything shuts up shop for siesta time (equally quaint and super annoying). We've eaten jamon, fromage, tapas and paella, fresh pastries, empanadas, whole fish, king prawns, 95 day dry aged steak (holy moses), beef tartare, tuna tartare, and just about everything under the sun. Let's just say the beach diet is in the toilet.