Golfing at La Sella

Thursday 6/30/16
Well, we’ve been in Spain a week! Golf day for the guys. Deana and Blair up first making omelets and coffee, and Tim and Leila up just after. After the guys ate, they went happily off to golf at a place about an hour away. Deana had a sleepless, uncomfortable night so went right back to bed. Leila did a bunch of house cleaning – dishes, laundry, sweeping – then went down for a swim around 9. I (Leila) met an older man who had been swimming but was searching the rocks for (as he explained) his keys! I had recognized him from our apartment complex and he was able to explain that when he picked up his towel he forgot about the keys. So we searched together and Voila! I found them for him. The look of relief and gratitude on his face was indescribable. He thanked me and kissed me on both cheeks and I felt like a hero!
After the swim, Leila took a trip to the masymas (supermarket) for a water and more eggs so Deana could have her omelet when she woke up as she selflessly used all the eggs for the guys.
When I got back Deana was up and we are taking it easy and waiting to hear from Bettine as we had plans to hang out with her while the guys were golfing.

Blair here—the golf guys left at 7 for an 8.40 tee time at La Sella, a resort/real estate Development type course designed by a well known Spanish golfer, Jose Maria Olazabel.  Nice course in good shape—Tim played better golf than Blair in lovely weather—only hot for the last two holes.  On the other hand, $8+ for two Cokes seemed a bit steep.  The course was entertaining, albeit almost impossible to navigate in places as the cart pathes didn't always follow intuitive routes. The course was comprised of three nine holers, and one was closed for the day. We required an escort from the ninth hole to the start of our second nine, which was a circuitous passage following the white haired guide around and about, pausing for a chat with some grounds keepers, and then depositing us at our 10th hole. The back nine was more pictureskew with mountain vistas and various encounters with golf course fauna, including some cute ducks splashing around near the tee, swans, and some very cute snowy egrets.  Tim was enthralled with a water lily flower that was pink, as opposed to the Georgian bay white. The picture of the golf ball resting against the pin, essentially in the hole, was a swell putt by Tim from off the green...highlight of the round for him.

A putt from off the green, at least 25 feet, snuck into the hole. Shot of the day for Tim.

As usual, Ms Google had her own ideas as to the appropriate routing, taking us on a short-cut through some orchards instead of staying on the main road going to the course and through the middle of a small town on the way back,  We also got lost on the golf course a couple of times, adding to our lengthening string of navigational entertainments.  I am sure that we get lost at least three times a day to this point—the next few days should bring the average down, because we don’t plan on going anywhere…  By the way, I have not posted our scores because I don’t know how to count in Spanish (Tim was in the low 80’s, thanks in part to some generous rulings from the marshals.)