World Gay Pride

Last week was World Gay Pride in Madrid, with around 2 million people coming to the city to be part of it. Needless to say it was fabulously camp! I was in heaven for the week with the amount of tall, muscly, scantily clad men mincing through the streets. It did, however, mean that meeting eligible straight men was virtually impossible. There were lots of concerts and events throughout the week in various parts of the city, and the atmosphere in general on the streets was amazing.

On Friday evening I was invited out by a guy called Jésus (who I met through a friend of my ex flatmate). He was out with a big group of his Spanish friends and we had a great night drinking in the streets of Chueca, and then ending the night in a super gay night club called Black & White, filled to the brim with gays and their leathers. Jésus is fun to hang out with, and his Spanish is really easy for me to understand so he's a great person to practice with. We've talked about travelling up north together one week during August as he has a car. There's nothing romantic in it, although I am slightly worried that he may not realise that.

On Saturday I went to see the Gay Pride parade, which is the main event of the week. I was ridiculously hungover from the previous evening, so I didn't hang around too long due to the heat plus the sheer volume of people. I stayed long enough to take a few photos and wave my mini pride flag.

Last week I made some new friends. I found a different language exchange group, which I much prefer to the others I've been to. I met a Danish man called Bo, who's been living in Madrid for over 10 years now. He often goes hiking in the mountains here so he's going to let me know next time he goes and I may go with him. I also met a lovely girl my age called Monica from Mexico, so we've planned on having some pool days and dinners together which is nice.

On the dating front, I met with a guy called Juan (of course) on Sunday night. He's a personal trainer and massage therapist. He's very handsome, if not a little short, but he was a proper gentleman. I may have judged Spanish men too prematurely. Also, Enrique arrived back in Madrid on Saturday for his two week holiday so we met last night for drinks. I get on really well with him and we have a good laugh. He's definitely my favourite of the bunch, but I can't put all my eggs in one basket just yet. We've talked about taking a trip for a few days, but whether that happens or not remains to be seen. I'm due to meet him again tomorrow so watch this space. Plus, the good thing about marrying a Spanish man is that I get to keep my own surname 😀