Freak Out Flamenco

As we sit at the beach south of Barcelona the temperature is around 17 degrees. The locals are walking past in their puffer jackets and scarves while I am sporting a boob tube and hot pants and Mr Fluffy is showing off his budgie smugglers and magnificent chest. Not really but you get the picture.

‘What’s that Hugo? No more singing???’

Our tally of how many Paellas one can eat on a holiday in Spain is swiftly reaching double figures as we had the best one yet at Chinguito Manolo at the Port of Ginestra in Sitges. There’s nothing better than sitting in the sun eating seafood and drinking cold beer, that is until the amplified Spanish guitarist and accompanying flamenco singer start playing and Hugo has a fit of shivering terror. We had to leave before he turned himself inside out with fear. Party pooper! They were actually very good despite the fact that she sounded like she was having her heart ripped out with the sorrow of a lost love.

Hugo quite keen on this meaty market

Bread the old fashioned way

Yesterday we had a taste of the medieval winter market in Castelldefels and checked out the fluffy one’s niece’s new bar. Sonia opened ‘Kohsi’ four months ago in the town centre. The garden out the back is particularly fabulous in this sunny weather. We’ll meet Sonia and her brother Berend and sister Monique tomorrow night at Sonia’s other bar ’Takua’ which is closer to the beach.
We can only hope there won’t be a flamenco singer to freak Hugo out again.