'Look, we went to that Secreta Family thingy yesterday didn't we?'

'If you mean 'La Sagrada Familia', then yes, yes we did, but…'

'And on Tuesday I let you drag me to that dahl museum place and we didn't even get in!'

'That's because it's the Dali museum and you got tired of waiting in line after 5 minutes'.

'Hello, did you not feel how hot it was? I started to feel faint, needed something to drink!'

'Yes, well, drinking those cocktails sure did seem to perk you up…'

'And now you want me to give up another day on the beach to go to this golden park? Why go to a park when you can go to the beach for fuck's sake!'

'But it's the world famous Gaudi park, and I just thought… O forget it! We can go to the beach…'

I give up, I really do. We're in Barcelona, you would think he would want to at least see some of the sights. But the only sights he's interested in is the beach, the shops and the clubs. Not that I don't like the beach, but I've never been in Barcelona before and it just seems like such a waste not to go and see the sights. However, seeing the sights with Christian Clarke is about as much fun as seeing them with a whining 5 year old on your arm who keeps asking for an ice cream. So I decide I'll check out the rest of the sights on my own, during his daily siesta's.

Resigned, I pack my bag for another day on the beach. I can hear him murdering 'Vamos a la Playa' in the shower. As another 'Oh oho oh oh!' drifts through the open bathroom door, I can't help but smile. Who cares that he doesn't want to sniff up a little culture now and then. I'm having a wonderful time regardless. Honestly, I can just watch him be happy all day long and that's enough for me.

He's finished his shower and walks into the bedroom of the tiny apartment we've rented. Buck naked of course. His tantalising body looking even hotter then usual, with his now sun kissed skin. I sit down on the bed to watch him prance around the little bedroom.

'Sy, have you seen my blue vest anywhere?'

'It's on that chair over there, underneath those short shorts'.

'O right, thanks… Now where is the sun tanning lotion? I can't find the sun tanning lotion! Sy, you know I can't go to the beach without my sun tanning lotion!'

'Why don't you take a look in that beach bag over there? I think you'll find I already packed everything you need'

'Thanks babe!'

He presses a quick kiss on top of my head, before stomping off to find yet another crucial beach item. Still buck naked of course. I sit back and enjoy tonight's entertainment.

'I bet you forgot my sunglasses though. Now where did I put those?'

'No, I didn't forget, they are in the bag. Why don't you just take a look? It will save you time in the end, I promise!'

'You packed them? Are you sure? No, I don't need to check, I trust you!'

Yeah right. I know he'll find some excuse to examine every item before we leave.

'You have the bag thing covered then. O, and I've found my blue vest, it was underneath my shorts on that chair the whole time. You might have said something!'

'Yeah, sorry about that', I roll my eyes at him behind his back. Finally he is getting dressed, pulling the blue vest over his head, picking out one of his speedo's, he has a collection. Ah, he's going for the understated black ones today. I guess I should be grateful. I know he wants me to wear the white speedo's he bought me at the airport, but no way am I wearing those in public! I'm sticking with my swimming trunks.