Hans and Franz in Portugal, Day 3

This June, The Husband and I decided we were tired of being fatty-fat-fatsos so we hired Karl to help us along our journey. For three months, Karl has had us lapping up protein like a kitten to milk and doing gym rat things. The Husband looks great. And while I have lost weight, it manifests mostly in the way of my knee wrinkles reaching closer to the ground than they did in June. 

Karl did not make us better golfers. The Husband has the highest handicap index among the men in our group (sorry, for my non-golfer readers, this basically means how many strokes over par you tend to go). If Sharron from Australia gets sick, I’ll have the highest among women. 

We also didn’t want to be the oldest couple in the group. No one’s giving ages but I have the longest knee-skin among the ladies. 

The Husband turned 72 yesterday. While there are two men who are only 71, The Husband looks so much younger (and that, my friends, is how you stay married for 30+ years ). 

Today we played golf at Oitavos Dunes in Portugal. It is described as a links course that blends seamlessly with nature in the guide book. It is described by me as mean AF.

When our tour guide, Ben, was looking over scorecards he got to ours and I saw him laugh. Absolutely true.

Today our golf mates (Mates! look at me, fluent in Australian) were Sharron and Les. I believe we frustrated them both with our horrendous golfing. To be fair Sharron talked in my backswing so piss off, Sharron (sorry, for my non-golf readers, that means piss off, Sharron).

Tonight dinner to celebrate Ben’s 50th birthday! But The Husband looks so much younger.