To speak of my time in Palm Springs as “traveling” would almost certainly be a lie. Despite my best efforts in planning, I didn’t pop into any vintage stores, didn’t take the tram up to Mount San Jacinto to admire sweeping views of the desert, didn’t photograph That Pink Door or visit the Saguaro. We did nothing of the sort.
Instead, we shielded ourselves from the 118 degree heat by spending every minute we weren’t eating or sleeping in the pool. Lovingly dubbed “Mom Springs,” this was a weekend almost exactly a year ago that I spent with my best friend, her mom, and her mom’s closest gal pals. It was one of those vacationy vacations. The kind that I associate with childhood: a different mom on breakfast or lunch duty each day, gloriously homey breakfast casseroles and creamy lunch salads, coolers thoughtfully loaded up with an assortment of icy beverages (more White Claws than Capri Suns now though!), dinners out on the town, silly pool games that most definitely disobeyed Palm Springs’ strict noise curfew. But even such a lowkey trip seems like a faraway dream in this new COVID world!
In lieu of the recommendations I typically love to give you about destinations I’ve loved, I’m going to leave you with a visual diary of a relaxed and retro weekend in the desert:
I’m itching to go back.
Well, itching to go anywhere really but especially to the desert where our greatest concern each day was determining which drink we wanted next.
Next time, perhaps I’ll even write down a tip or two besides “I discovered wine margaritas and my life has changed.” (True story.)
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