We moved from Lisbon to Algarve on Wednesday. Beautiful hotel with an ocean view.
We are making friends. It was a little chilly at first I think because the Botox only took on my right eyebrow so I currently have a resting face that reads an angry, “Are you kidding me?” When we started golfing together and I was looking down these ridiculous fairways with my right eyebrow cocked, they started buying what I was selling.
There is no word equivalent in the Aussie language for a gimme (non-golfers: a putt that is conceded). Yes, I know they speak English but they don’t give even 1 inch putts. In an effort to speed pace of play Ainslie said you can pick up if your ball is within a champagne bottle of the hole. No problem for the Americans.
Golf yesterday afternoon at Terras da Comporta Dunas (that translates to freaking sand dunes in English).
Today, Quinta del Lago south course home to eight Portuguese Opens.
Very tough playing. The Husband scored dreadfully. We play for $2 a hole. When I told him how much he owes me for today he looked at me and I’d swear by his expression he’s had some Botox.
Algarve is beautiful. (And I’m not kidding)
A Pierman Sister 
I suppose the word, “mulligan” isn’t in Aussie vernacular, either.
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They will allow one “breakfast ball” off the first tee. Funnily enough, our one Canadian on this trip golfs at the country club in Canada where The Mulligan was invented so she claims we must all allow Mulligan’s to her as a birthright.
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Lovely clicks.
Thank you for the follow
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