“Lost balls in Italy”
Golf Tales – by Roberto Van Heugten
To lose balls is the first lesson the golfer learns at the beginning of his entrance in the course.
If you practice with your teacher, everything seems nice, everything seems easy. The balls are not yours, you throw them towards the driving-range and if they get lost it does not bother you.
Then you start playing in a real course, where you realize things: a tee shot thrown to the right, in the wood, another one thrown short, with a splash in that damned front pond in which for years you will hear yours and your friends white balls dive.
After years, it is still happening to me, maybe because I am an amateur golfer. My concentration is dedicated to the view, the locations, the expectations of a good “aperitivo” at the end of the path, the wait for a touristic tour if I am in a place worth visiting.
Lost balls in Italy are the chronicles of my golf trips, where the exemplary quality of Italian courses is enriched with the feelings achieved from it, but even more from the territory that hosts it.
For this reason, you will read less about a played golf, more about a lived golf. Besides, the practice of the most beautiful sport in the world is always glorified at the 19th hole, as it is well known. The remainder is technique, and for me it involves the minor part of the experiences.
Enjoy the reading.