Sultry Sitges…

I think you’d be pretty hard pressed to find anywhere gayer than summertime in Sitges. A heavenly oasis, situated on the Spanish coast, it’s just a quick train ride north of bustling Barcelona. Honestly, there are gays for days and so much pride you can practically feel Kylie in the warm summer breeze. Everywhere you look – on the beach, in the street, in my hotel room – there are stunning examples of manhood. It’s enough to make you want to be a better man I tell you.

It is almost a little disconcerting at first, as you think that perhaps one has stumbled into some sort of gay wonderland. I don’t mind admitting that I felt like the poor, fat, white country cousin on my first foray to the main gay beach in town. This was quickly remedied, however, with daily mammoth gym sessions and an obscene amount of beach time.

Circuit – Barcelona.

The Circuit festival in Barcelona – otherwise known as the annual collection of the world’s best 8-packs – has long been a favourite of mine. I mean who wouldn’t love a yearly ten-day event that consists primarily of sweaty parties with mountains of muscular men. Indeed, the city is flooded with handsome homos in an amazing swell of gay pride…. well there are lots of things that swell up, let me tell you.

I was a little late coming to the party as far as Circuit is concerned. In fact, I didn’t even know about it when I first visited Barcelona six years ago. We just happened to be there at the same time and noticed the posters for the parties everywhere and the ridiculous amount of hot, gay men about the place.

We have since been back more than a few times, increasing our party attendance – and fun – with every season. Of course, we are then usually forced to spend a week to recover from all our merriment in Sitges…. another delightful bastion of homoerotic wonder just up the coast from Barcelona.

Dolce Sitges

Usually I love to stay with friends in a foreign country, so that I can get the feel for life as a local and have a less ‘touristy’ experience. Failing that the five star hotel experience suits me just fine, which is exactly what we have enjoyed, several times now, at the lovely Dolce Sitges. Not a gay hotel, as such, it is located in one of the gayest towns I’ve ever visited – well during the summer at any rate.

The hotel is absolutely lovely, handily situated midway between vibrant downtown Sitges and two naturist beaches…everything is only a short jaunt away. All in all, our every need was catered to, from the buffet breakfast on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean Sea to the extremely attentive staff – some would say overly so considering they were changing our towels and sundry sometimes twice daily. Honestly, I shudder to think of what they thought we were up to in there.

Marvellous Madrid…

I’ve made no secret of my passion for all things Spanish – weather, food, men… To this end I do try and pop over there at least a few times per year to get my fix.  Now while Barcleona and Sitges do hold a special place in my heart – not to mention groin – I do find myself far fonder of Madrid. Indeed the only thing missing from this charming city is a beach – well one can’t have everything after all.

Madrid would have to be, without doubt, one of the most gay-friendly cities I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. Even on a regular weekend one can regard numerous boys strolling about hand in hand with nary a care in the world and not a concerned onlooker to be seen.

Then there is the madness that is Gay Pride – so welcoming it borders on ridiculous. There are gays for days and an overwhelming feeling of love, support and pride to be found everywhere. It reminds me of what Sydney used to be like for Mardi Gras, with the place practically drowning in rainbow flags and a palpable excitement all over the city in the days leading up to the grand event. Fabulous, simply fabulous!