Barcelona (or Konstanz part II)

Barcelona is a stunning city! It is just made for love and adventure! I arrived first and checked into our beautiful hotel on the Mediterranean Sea then went for a stroll to find a functioning cash machine. (Why is it that airport+technology+Gattina= disaster?) Single gals, I have to tell you- Spanish men have lust in their blood! Stroll about in high heels at your own risk.
I went back to the hotel to spend an agonizing few hours waiting for my lovers. Originally, they were both set to arrive near midnight but Matteo (this will become a theme) changed his flight to an earlier one so that he could be the first to touch me. Cristiano was so mad! Sounds kind of like tag, right? Boys. So when he arrived we attacked each other like starving people. As a matter of fact we were starving so after that first shag, room service. Refueled, we began again and then heard a key in the door. Yay! I crawled to Cristiano like the gattina that I am and pulled him into bed with us. Perfection! There is nothing in this world for me like being surrounded by their skin, mouths, hands, eyes...
The next morning after breakfast, Matteo insisted that we see the sights. Cristiano and I groaned but my ever glib Matteo simply stated- "Darling, what is the use of us taking you all over the world if all you ever see is the inside of hotel rooms?" Good point.
We started with the cathedral where I attempted to go to the top and totally wimped out when I got up there. Well, we all have our issues right? We wandered all around the old city and then took a taxi to a restaurant recommended by a friend. It was a nice place and they sat us next to a little family which made Cri's habit of putting his hands into my shirt and pants a little inappropriate but as he always says- "Do we care?" Nope.
We used the ever- handy iphone to locate a sexgear shop and off we went. Now this is strange. In the shop were families with strollers and people shopping with their old mamas. I have to say, the place was hopping! My men are accomplished shoppers but this kind of shopping with them is always an overwhelming experience for me. It's like barracuda feeding! The counter was piled high with toys (including a graduated anal plug set to "train me", a crop, and a very confusing leather contraption meant to tie my legs up). After a bit of deliberate choosing, we also ended up with a couple pornos and a lube the shopgirl recommended. Let the evening begin! I have to say at this juncture that everything from taxi rides to kinky sex (or kinky sex in taxis) is an adventure with us.
So we frolicked and shagged the night away and spent the whole of the next day in the Gaudi park. If you do nothing else in Barcelona well, first shag then spend a day in this park! It is amazing! Great times! Barcelona is etched into my memory as one of the most fun weekends of my life!
At the airport, my bronchitis was becoming an issue. I have not steadily smoked for years- I am a marathoner now- and it was taking it's toll on my thoroughly exhausted body. Cristiano and I bid Matteo arrividerci and hopped on a plane to Venice.