In Stiches at Sitges

Well, back to Barcelona after our excitement in Venice. Three guys chartered for a couple of days. We sailed down to Sitges which is a little resort town just south of Barcelona. It is very gay, kind of like Provincetown. We anchored out at Playa de Morta which is the gay beach. it was late in the afternoon and some of the crowd had already started heading back to town. But the weather was still warm and the sun felt great. This cute 18 year old kid, John, swam out to the boat and we invited him on. He didn't speak much English and I am still working on my Spanish but we were able to understand most of the conversation. It turns out he is starting a career in modeling and wants to also do porn. He wondered how to get started. I told him he just had to look up the companies and audition. It is not the hardest job to get if you are cute, have a great body and a big dick. He assured us he did have a big dick and gave us his phone number. I wasn't really interested in doing anything with him but was glad to give him a direction at least. After he swam back into shore one of the guys swam in and tried to talk to him a little more. But the guy didn't speak any Spanish so he didn't get very far. John asked him who had all the pennies. I think he meant who owned the boat.

That evening we went into Sitges and wandered around the streets. There is a gay bar called Parrots that is on both sides of the street. Guys sit out there and watch the cute boys come up from the beach in their little speedos. Everyone kinda makes comments but it is all in fun. Afterwards we had dinner and went to a couple of the clubs in town.

The next morning two of the guys took the train back to Barcelona and one, Tom, stayed on the boat with me to sail back. There wasn't much wind so I turned on the engines. Things just didn't seem right so I dove down to check things out. Sure enough, the propellers were encrusted with barnacles from sitting so long in Barcelona. I got a metal spatula and began to knock them all off. They were really encrusted on there good and I ended up spending about an hour knocking them off. The water was a little chilly, but nothing like San Francisco bay. I wasn't that cold diving, but when I came back on deck I started to just shiver and couldn't stop. I think I got a little hypothermia. My temperature must have just been dropping from being down there so long. But with enough blankets and the warm sun I finally returned to normal. Tom was very helpful.