Saturday morning, 8 am. Pouring rain and 45 degrees. 18th in line for take-off at Seatac Airport. (I counted.) Apparently, not the only ones wanting to get out of Dodge. We left Seattle late but arrived almost on time.
Getting off the plane in Palm Springs during high season is like waking up in heaven. You feel like you've just been rewarded for something. Although in August, it might feel like that "other place."
A balmy 80 degrees in the palm tree filled, open air airport. Look at that handsome Palm Springs guy! Ah. The neck starts to relax in the warm air.
In a few minutes, we were off in our rental car to find an In-n-Out Burger. John's first, and made to his exact picky specifications. A big hit.
We had time before checking into our hotel in Desert Hot Springs, so stopped at one of our favorite places, Cabot's Pueblo Museum.
The Tuscan Springs Hotel and Spa did not disappoint. This is the main pool, with spectacular views of the mountains and Coachella Valley.
Poolside beds for napping and lounging! Could I do something that decadent? Well, maybe after a glass or two of wine.
Courtyards and bird-filled gardens.
Adults only and very peaceful.
Of course we were up long before anyone else, so had a private swim. Getting ready for late breakfast now. Plan to laze around until check out then head down to Palm Springs for the rest of the week. Life is good.
No comments:
Post a Comment