I’ve been at home for two weeks now and the most repeated phrase is: “Dad, are you leaving for a tournament soon?” And it’s because nobody is used to seeing me for so long at a time around here. Since we moved to Miami almost two years ago, I’ve been nonstop traveling: I’ve played a lot throughout this time, way too much. Last year between juggling the Pga and the European Tours, and this 2015 season due to my poor play and the necessity to continue competing, I don’t remember the last time I was home for two weeks in a row, except for the break between seasons. Incredible but true.
Just as the wise saying goes: every cloud has a silver lining. If there was any advantage to losing my card it’s that now I can spend time at home until the start of next season on the Web.com Tour, which starts in January. Now I have three long months ahead to, in this order: spend time with family, recharge the batteries and start getting ready for next season.
What I really feel like is making up for lost time and spending time with Alice and the kids. The simple things that for many are just part of their daily routine (taking the kids to school, helping them with their homework, family dinners, etc.) but which for us are completely new, and I’m enjoying it to the max. It’s so nice not to have to use FaceTime to be able to enjoy family time! When you have the blues, when you’re alone in the hotel room and your head is spinning, the calls from Alicia and the kids on FaceTime are what pick you up and make you feel better. Suddenly, everything that happened on the course becomes secondary when you hear their voices. And now I don’t need technology to be able to enjoy their company!
Like I told you in my last post, last week was my 35th birthday. The truth is that I didn’t really feel like celebrating anything, why lie. I felt like relaxing with my family: and what better way to spend it than with the kids, because in the end they are the ones who have the most fun, with the cake, blowing out candles, singing happy birthday, etc. I started the day out in tears…but of joy!!!! It all started when Alicia gave me her gift: a video of my friends from Spain and the European Tour wishing me a happy birthday. I was really excited to see it and since I tear up easily, I ended up crying like a baby. Who cares about not breaking 80 when you have friends (and a wife) like that!!??