Where Barcelonian's Holiday- A Sitges Discovery

Big cities move quickly. People walk briskly, with hits of caffeine fuelling their drive towards all kinds of deadlines. Barcelona is no exception to this big city mentality.
Being a tourist in a hectic city such as Barcelona does not leave you exempt from the same time of pavement pounding as the locals. Rushing to view Sagrada Familia, Park Geull, Markets and the Picasso Museum all in one day (plus smiling for photos) proved a sure fire way to almost snooze into a Sangria jug at the end of the day!
As much as I love Barcelona, the pace of my love for this place was unsustainable. Living a hectic city life at home, I knew I had to take a risk. This would be the first time this typically organised city girl would deviate from the itinerary (cue audible gasps!)
With a strategy in mind to find out where the locals go to holiday, we interviewed waiters, shop attendants and a middle aged couple from Britain! The answer to our question was Sitges. Even better, there was an availability at a well rated hostel and we could catch the train there directly.
When we arrived at the Hostel, Utopia Sitges, everything slowed down. There were activities (bike riding, windsurfing, tours of the bacardi museum), but they were all optional. The building and rooms were all blues and whites and calm. Helping us further get our breath back, was the beautiful outdoor area with wooden furniture amongst palm trees.
Despite the city of Sitges being a distance away from our hostel, it was only short trip via a hired bike to get there. The warmth of the day (Sunny 28 degrees) was reflected in the architecture, with buildings awash with yellow and white. It was easy to see why one of Spain's most prominent artists, Santiago Rusinol, took up residence here.
After walking many cobbled streets and lanes, we found the beach. Once we were in the water, I turned my back to the water and looked at the town. Sitges was continuing to glow as the natural light dimmed down. The 17th century church we had visited earlier, "Sant Bartomeu" was lit up in the foreground of the dark hills behind.
Throughout my journey, many of my night's in Spain finished the same way, with glass of Rioja, tapas and Spanish guitar. But Sitges was the first place I danced along, because I had finally got my energy back!