For all of those golf players, lovers, and fans this is the post for you. I was in golf heaven on my trip to St. Andrews in Scotland. When I was 5 or 6 years old my dad starting teaching me the game. He used putt putt golf and bribes of driving the golf cart to get me to come play with him. Eventually, I fell in love with the sport and it has been a big part of me ever since. So you can imagine my excitement when I booked my ticket to Edinburgh, Scotland knowing St. Andrew’s was only a short train ride away.
On Sunday morning I arrived at Leuchars train station from Edinburgh and took a short bus ride that dropped me off right in front of Swilcan Bridge on the 18th hole of The Old Course. For those that are not as familiar with golf, the Swilcan Bridge is an iconic bridge that crosses between holes 1 and 18 of the famous Old Course. Many famous golfers have walked on this bridge and the lucky few that have won at St. Andrew’s have their photos with their trophy taken standing on it. Don’t judge I may have gotten a little emotional being on this bridge haha, but hey its a big deal in the golf world.
After spending a totally excessive 45 minutes just staring in awe and taking photos, I finally moved on to see the rest of the course. Sundays happen to be the only day of the week that The Old Course is closed, making it available for the public to see and walk along without paying to play. While I would have handed them my first born son (not really…well maybe ha) to play this course it was incredible to go walk the entire course and see iconic features like the Hell Bunker, the Himalayas putting green, and the Club House.
However, one day when I actually have my clubs, an extra $200 laying around, and a flight back to Edinburgh my dad and I will play this course together. I would have given the world to have him there with me at St. Andrews. He taught me the game, he taught me patience, he taught me how to win and lose, and he made me fall in love with the sport. Bobby Jones once said, “Golf is the closest game to the game we call life. You get bad breaks from good shots; you get good breaks from bad shots-but you have to play the ball where it lies.” I will never stop loving this game and the man who opened my eyes to it. This trip was a dream come true!