I swore a couple of years ago I was DONE with Palm Springs in the summer. FREAKING HOT is really the only way to describe it. But…our Oma needed help moving there last weekend, so we decided to make it a little 24 hour getaway to where else…the very fabulous legendary boutique hideaway known as the Colony Palms Hotel.
Because we had to drive two cars, I managed to arrive before everyone else with five hours to “kill,” and if you’ve ever been to the desert in July, you know the only two requirements for a good time are a body of water and a cold cocktail. I quickly had both within 15 minutes of arriving.
After a margarita, I decided to test out the spa, located just down the way from the ultra glam cabanas. The spa itself is rather basic in terms of amenities, but the massage was absolutely incredible.
Our room was conveniently located and deliciously decorated (as was the whole hotel) by world renowned & so very fab designer Martyn Lawrence Bullard.
Moroccan in style, American in hospitality, everything I could want was at my fingertips—including a fast delivery of sunscreen since I left home without it.
The plush lobby
The Purple Palm, just off the pool, serves breakfast, lunch & dinner.
Which did not go to waste on us. After a great night’s sleep, we woke up early and headed over for breakfast. I couldn’t decide between the Eggs Benedict & the pancakes, so they so graciously brought me one pancake on the side to go with my eggs. I’m pretty sure my Dutch father-in-law would call this ‘doubling up.’
“Joy and pain…are like sunshine and rain.”
But, no seriously…we had both. And a dust storm. Which I must admit, helped break the monotony of our non-weather in LA, making it feel like we really got away. Summer is the perfect time to take advantage of low prices at luxury hotels in the desert cities. Not only are room prices cut in half, but there are usually spa discounts making it the best time to indulge.
Dive on in!
Remember Palm Springs. La Quinta, another fab place. It’s a dry heat. 🙂 Really would like to go back someday. Played golf at 2:00pm at La Quinta on a day the temp. read 102 and it felt like an 85 day in N.C. , but no humidity (read no sweat).