Before last week, my knowledge of Palm Springs, CA was limited to one really bad episode of 90210.
Now, I’m head over heels for this dry, sunny paradise. An hour and a half from L.A., Palm Springs is for Californians what Wilmington is for North Carolinians (if you can follow that).
A week ago, I called my buddy A.J. – he lives in L.A. – with ideas of what to do in and around the area. My gracious host suggested visiting Palm Springs. I agreed – the only thing I really wanted to do in California was get tacos, and once that was done, I was down for anything.
There have only been a handful of times a destination has surprised me. During the trip to Europe, I was shocked by how much I loved Berlin – a place we stopped at for pure convenience. Palm Springs was the same.
A.J.’s accomondation of choice was The Ace Hotel – once an old Westward Ho and Denny’s, now a modern, trendy hotel complete with trendy, vintage inspired Southwestern decor, pool and spa….and oh yeah, a nightly drum circle.
I have to admit, this hotel was one of the best places I’ve ever stayed. Aside from being really clean and within a short cab drive from local bars, The Ace had a ton of other awesome features I loved:
I really want to go back.
I’d like to revisit Palm Springs and go dune buggying or something. Or maybe eat some more tacos. Besides some bar-hopping, and an arts festival exclusively catered to really old people, I didn’t see enough of the desert.
Oh – but I did see up Marilyn Monroe’s skirt. That counts for something, right?
