Nancy Boys Rejoice! Barthelona is for you!

Landed in this lovely port city yesterday with dear mama.

I remembered how the Spanish pronounce all 's' and 'z' as 'th' but I forgot how fay they all sounded.

How exciting! Everyone sounds like raging queens! So listen up lithpers, don't bother with speech classes and blow off those homo haters who limp there wrists and swish about when you open your mouth. Simply book your ticket, pack your tankini and head to Barthelona!

So far mother and I have sipped more sangria than is healthy, gorged on tapas at some jointed called Origin 99.9% (www.origen99.com), sipped cafe con leche at Picasso's (Picattho's?) old hang out, Quatre Gatz, and giggled in the middle of the night because of the blue sensory light that pops on when you stumble to the loo for a late night leek at Le Meridien.

Mother is fascinated with the whole place. Coming from Georgia she had no idea Spanish could sound so chic! And she is still shaking her head on how the hell they got that gold Jesus perfectly perched in the middle of that bridge at Gaudi's Sangria (right?) Familia cathedral.

OK kids, must dash off to a Flaminco show. Dot forget you nelly lads, tapas tokers and flip flop fans, Barthelona is for YOU!