Back from a month in Spain. First let’s talk Ibiza…

I didn’t know what to expect. I’d booked a hotel room (a double but for just me) for a great rate since I booked in January. 30 euro a night for each of three nights and 50 for the last (don’t know why, it was a Sunday). I’d already spent four days at the beach on the North Coast of Spain, in Bakio close to Bilbao and San Sebastian, so I wasn’t screaming “Need beach” but when I arrived it was a given that I was going to start a tan like a lot of these bronzed Italian and Spanish gym boys. Incidentally, not enough of them were gay for me to even notice. It was a smorgasbord for all. Yeah, there were plenty of beautiful girls there too, though I didn’t notice them much.

Of course, with all these ripped gym bodies all around, one of the first things I did was find a gym, run and owned by of course, a gorgeous bronzed ripped guy, of French origin. He cracked me up because every time I’d cuss in Spanish or say the word “whore” he’d get embarrassed and utter “Madre mía” meaning “mother of mine.” I like oxymorons – huge guy who gets shocked by little foul-mouthed chick.

I hit the gym every day I could, with a great view of course, of the whatever body of water is there in Ibiza (I don’t pay attention to such things – is it a sea or ocean? Whatev).

Enjoyed myself thoroughly at the opening party of Pacha, formerly my favorite club in Barcelona before it shut down, though now it’s been replaced by a kick-ass club called Oshum I have yet to set foot in… next time I’ll have to check it out.

It was sardine-can packed, so I stayed away from the booze – plus, the fucking bartender lady wouldn’t serve me – seems like if you’re not bald, you’re not going to order as many drinks so you’re not worth her time. When it started to get reasonable, a guy who worked there, handsome Victor from Sitges outside of Barcelona with big innocent eyes, told me about some other rooms, so I got myself a juice in one of those, and this gorgeous black female DJ in awesome distinctive fishnets gave me a gift. But mostly, it was a juice and hang-out-with-Victor night.

More later. Just going to say: Viva Italia!!