Last year it was fun for three days at the Masters. This year, because we have a son studying at Notre Dame/Dublin in Ireland for spring semester, it was off to Europe for nine days. I had not been on the continent in 52 years.
We had seven flights through six airports, over 9,200 air miles, another 1,400 on the ground and three rounds of golf in Ireland. I finished a bucket wish experience-- a visit to Normandy where D Day occurred June 6, 1944. It was very moving and as good as I expected-- especially the touching visit to the American Cemetery.
Paris is very good. It's worth the trip there-- and the retailers all speak English. They know it's a key to their livelihoods. Ireland is cool and green and could be 25 degrees warmer at any time but it gets no snow. The golf courses were exotic by the sea, but no power carts available. We walked and that wore me out a bit. Up and down the hills with a push cart, or trolley as they call them. How Rory McIlroy and Graeme McDowell ever learned the game in the Northern Ireland climate is beyond me-- no warm days there, but no snow either.
It was fun and now the Detroit Tigers dominate the coverage and it likely will be this way through the summer. It's good to be home and good to be an American. Europe is great, but America is greater.