When you finally disembark that stuffy plane from a northern clime, the beautiful open airport feels almost surreal on a warm day. Unfortunately, this sweet place is a victim of its own success, and the old-fashioned infrastructure now strained by hoards of high season tourists. It took us almost two hours to get the rental car and finally be on our way!
By late afternoon the storm picked up across the Coachella Valley with 60+ MPH gusts. Fortunately, we were at our destination by then in Desert Hot Springs and off the highway.
The wind was so strong it ripped shingles right off the roof of the motel. These palms can apparently endure an amazing force without snapping off. We heard the wind howling all night, but by morning a light breeze was all that remained.
I woke up early and sat in the warm mineral pool to watch the sun rise and listen to the birds. The resident old roadrunner came by and looked me in the eye. We ate breakfast in the room, and I was suddenly overcome by a strange lassitude. Am I getting sick?
No, I believe the unfamiliar sensation is called "relaxation." Mineral water does that to you. John is partaking of the same cure.
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