Spicy sausages

On Friday morning I was walking along a sunny beach in Sitges, Spain, but then by Friday afternoon I was in East Croydon in the spitting rain. Now I know why the Brits do a mass exodus to these meditteranean countries!

Sitges is a really nice beach/resort town an hour from Barcelona. It's also the gay capital of Spain, which I didn't know beforehand, but did explain all the guys holding hands and some of the rather odd looking women in some of the seedy bars! Anyway, the team trip wasn't as bad as I thought, but as I don't really do the whole drinking and staying out all night and then being hungover the next day thing anymore, I was a bit different to most of my other colleagues (more mature and responsible = less fun?), but I did get along with most of them, even though I'm not the most conversational person in the world. I am however very stiff and sore from playing volleyball, touch football and swimming in the sea. I think I did more exercise in one day than I would do in a month!

The other interesting thing about the trip was the fact that even though flying Easyjet is cheap, the flight to Barcelona was half an hour late, while the flight back was an hour late. Buses, trains, and now even the planes don't run on time...