How was your weekend? Mine (a long one) was and still is going well, I will be back in Blighty late this evening and I've seen the TVE news of the snow we've had back home so I hope most of that has gone. It's not quite as cold here, there's certainly no snow and we actually sat outside a bar and had a beer last night, admittedly with butane heater lamps keeping us warm.
We went sightseeing in Barcelona Saturday, we visited the Sagrada Familia cathedral to see how they were getting on with. We went by the sea and had coffees (well P had coffee. I had water and a large slice of cake.) it was chilly I can tell you but still nice.
Now Girona is a lovely and overlooked city, it mixes riverside run down dwellings with old town quaint streets and alleys with beautiful little shops and restaurants, there's also and old Roman fortress overlooking the city which you can walk round. I like it, not as busy or grand as Barcelona.
Oh and Friday I got spanked. Why? For wearing my tight jeans, which I travelled in. P said I was acting provocatively, I said to provoke what? He said to provoke what you're going to get later in the hotel. This was said while we were still in the airport departure lounge, and if I hadn't been acting provocatively up to that point (which I hadn't) I certainly did my best to from then on and it resulted in me getting spanked early evening in our hotel bedroom, the time of day when showers are running, TV news channels are on, there's background noise, good time for spanking. I had a really boring pair of pants on too but P still snapped me with my phone after pulling them up to expose my cheeks.
It doesn't look very spanked but it really was and I could still feel it later when we dined in a charming bodega which served tapas and Argentine steaks from a barbacoa.
See you tomorrow.
Ronnie
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