Portugal?

The environment turned weird so to speak. After a nice ride in a super fast train from Madrid to Sevilla and a bus ride, I got to Vilamoura, in the region of Faro, south of Portugal. It is a really nice beach and the choice for vacation homes for a lot of Europeans that live further north, British specially. I got the first real sensation I was in a Mediterranean beach town; white houses with brick roofs, soft hills, and pretty dry landscape, with the occasional orange tree plantation, but for the most part the terrain was some sort of light-ish maroon… clay if you like. It was also pretty hot for what I’ve been experiencing on tour. The only “but” would be that is off season, so it was pretty deserted and that made it weird as I said. The restaurants were open, the bars were functioning, the marina was full of very nice (and expensive for sure) boats, it was hot and the weather was nice… but there were few people around.

The course was nice and Felipe played very well the first two days of competition, unfortunetly he couldn’t continue the great play over the weekend. Overall it was a good tournament for him though.

I’d love to say I have stories to tell you all… great anecdotes that happened, awesome and exotic foods I tried, funky happenings in and off the golf course… but I don’t. The truth is that the week went by very slowly, and nothing really happened besides the usual golf routine. Together of course with eating at the apartment me and a couple of caddie-friends stayed at. It all added up to this weirdness I am talking about. Or maybe the fact that my trip is somehow slowly reaching its end is making me chill out and take it easy, not paying much attention to my surroundings. Like a mini-break before embarking in another great and (certainly) uncertain adventure as I re-join life in Chile. I must admit it has been the main topic of my daydreamings lately… about what I will encounter and what I actually will do once I get back, mainly because I have no idea! It makes me scared sometimes, and others happy, as the real limit of the amount of options I have has only to do with my imagination… and my guts to go out and do whatever I decide to do. Yes, scary, but also exciting… I mean… I am very lucky to have this freedom to choose. Guess I am worried about making the “right” choice, which is basically a stupid thing to be thinking about; because there is no “right” choice, right?

…and with that “right” rambling my friends I will leave you this time…. Hahaha!!!

You all be good and take care!

M