Here’s a pro-tip: the best courses (the ones on their sad little scratch maps or in those lists they watch as obsessively as brokers on the floor of the stock exchange); they’re your golden ticket to a really, really great holiday.
Your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, best-friend (honestly these ones are easy to trade in so if you have a golfer best friend you should probably reconsider…) – they *want* you to say that you want to go. Pick one with a spa, a great library, in an area where you want to explore, where there is all-inclusive on margaritas, and you charge it all to the room.
They’re paying. They wanted it. You’re the victim here. You’re welcome.