Golf
Four friends. Eight golf courses.
" It’s been quite a while now since we became friends. Surely longer than I would care to admit. It was while I was at my first job. In those days, I was the only one in our group of four who played golf. It does not matter now. This was a long time ago. Each one of us leads a different life now. Different obligations, different jobs. Nevertheless, we maintain something in common.
The four of us are always looking for a little time to take a swing at the ball. We struggle to find the gap in our agendas to go for the club bag. For we still enjoy playing together, spending some time with each other, and sharing a few laughs. Besides, I also enjoy beating them (we haven’t changed in that aspect, and will continue with our ridiculous competition a thousand years from now).
We see little of each other, so we do not waste time experimenting. We have plotted to set aside a few days in the wintertime for ourselves. For our golf getaway, something we will never give up. And we travel to Gran Canaria, an island with fine weather practically all year round.
Why there? It is our small tradition. An island. Eight golf courses. As easy as that.
Without having to fly across half the world or spend two days at the airport. We travel to Gran Canaria because it is a golf destination, the sun shines there, there are good hotels and fine restaurants on the island, and we can find quite different golf courses within a very short distance. Different for their surroundings and degree of difficulty. And so there is no excuse for the one losing the game. Eight fields to choose from at the time of competing against an old friend, who masters the wooden club as the very Nick Faldo himself.
Yes. A long time has passed. We were much younger then. But it does not matter now. I can still beat them for years on end (and even when they hate being reminded of it, that has also become part of our small tradition…) "
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