Saturday, October 12, 2013

Spedizione di Golf

I realized last week that I have not played golf for about 26 months. A game I used to love playing with friends in Oregon – it is almost forgotten because I have no one to play with - Italian or other. Golf is not popular in Calabria. I believe there are but 3 courses in the Region.

Anyway I decided to get back into the saddle and off we went on a Thursday to Grand Hotel San Michele in Cetraro – about 1 hour south. Di went along thinking she could wander the grounds of this lovely hotel while I did golf. Well, the winds were blowing 25mph with higher gusts, so we didn’t stay. 

We have stayed at the hotel and highly recommend it. You’ll see the prices are very reasonable for such a fine spot. 

Instead we drove 5 minutes to the town of Cittadella where, out of the wind, we enjoyed a quiet bar and caffé along with the market that was on in the village. Di bought jeans and I bought broccoli. What shoppers. Just 200 meters from the market is the Palazzo del Capo a 5 star hotel that we were not aware of. The grounds are nice. The website does not seem to have prices which always makes me nervous so I see no point in including the link.

The next day was sunny and calm and Di suggested I go play golf.  I did, and I paid for it.  Not just the €20 green fees, but physically. Good grief, how could those golf clubs gain so much weight? How could I hit and lose so many balls out into canyons and gardens? Also when I got back home Di explained that she meant together with lunch at the hotel. Oh, well.

First Tee
The hotel’s working farm forms the edges of the golf course. Here are nets placed under the olive trees to harvest the olives in the near future. Just a walk along the golf course would be worth it to visitors. The course is green and well-kept, and the surrounding farm too is easy on the eye.
There are vineyards ready to hide balls hit there. The hole that gets me everytime is #7 where I always over-compensate for my slice and drive the ball into the garden beds. This time I lost a brand new Nike ball in a large patch of melanzane (egg plant).

Second Tee

The lesson I learned here is that selling the farm made me really out-of-shape! No more muscle fitness promoted by hay bales to stack in summer, or snow to shovel in winter--now I need to use the practice range more and I definitely need to hire a pull cart for the bag of clubs. No more carrying. My old buddy Dave in Government Camp turned to "cart golf" years ago.  There are no electric carts here Dave, so I cheat on #3 and skip the 150 mt, very uphill walk to the tee. Sigh...Guido.


  1. I think you should carry your clubs around town, up and down the steps to the piazza....that should help :)

  2. Nahhh, I'd rather use a younger, more athletic American for a caddy for a couple euros. I'll book a tee time for Friday:)

  3. Kind of you Linda. The latter ones were done with the little compact Lumix camera which is very capable on such a clear day!

  4. Places that don't show their prices make me think I shouldn't go there. If I want to know the price, it's most probably the wrong place for me.

  5. Hi Michelle,
    Certo, I suppose it keeps them from being bothered by the hoi polloi!



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