Today was the last day of golf and boy did we end it the right way.  We got to play the Old Course at St. Andrews (the oldest course in the world).  What a magnificent day.  It was sunny for most of the day, but we got a taste of true Scottish golf when it rained for about 2 holes.  I wish I could have played better, but I was so entraced by the place, it really didn't matter.

We each had a caddy, which was wonderful. Playing a course like the Old Course, you want to have someone there to tell you where to hit the ball, or, more importantly, where not to hit the ball.

When we first started this trip, the Old Course was #1 on our 'must play' list.  To be able to play the Old Course with my dad, brother and uncle is something that words could not express adequately. I had to choke back tears as we walked up the 18th fairway, and afterwards, I pretty much lost it when I was talking to my wife about the experience.

Speaking of my wife, one thing I have not yet mentioned here, but tell everyone, is that she is a main reason for this trip. When it was first discussed about me speaking at Scotch on the Rocks, I had asked her if I could stay a few extra days to play golf.  She suggested asking my father if he would like to fly over for a few days to play.  The idea morphed into a week and asking my brother and uncle as well.

We played 3 Open Championship courses, 4 courses in the world's top 100 in 6 days. This was truly a trip of a lifetime and one I will cherish forever.

Tomorrow we head back home and I plan on blogging about things I discovered about the Scots purely by playing golf here.  I also plan on weeding through the hundreds of pictures to post some.

Goodbye Scotland, I will truly miss thee.