With the exception of Coachella five years ago, we had not spent much time in Palm Springs. It seemed due time with it being only two hours away from Los Angeles. We packed our swimsuits and hit the road to escape the city traffic. The drive itself was interesting as we passed by windmills and dinosaurs. This California dessert is a strange place filled with surprises!
Having a Don Quixote moment driving by the San Gorgonio Pass Wind Farm.
We attempted to visit the Desert X art exhibits when we arrived but found only sand.
Anyone will tell you that Palm Springs is all about the brunch and you can’t do so without a Bloody Mary at Lulu California Bistro.
In spite of the hotel being noisy (imagine a frat house with empty pizza boxes strewn down hallways and a loud DJ blasting EDM from the pool), we appreciated the colorful decor that made us feel we were living in a rainbow.
Unintentional matching with the hotel room.
At Ruben & Ozzy’s for mouth-watering seafood pasta.
Here is the iconic Mr. Rex from the cult classic movie, Pee Wee Herman’s Big Adventure and The Wizard.
Though the hotel wasn’t exactly what we expected, we managed to turn the situation into something more suitable for us. We traded in the grimy laden pool scene that was blaring unce-unce music for relaxing cabanas down the street. Our hotel offered to shuttle us to the V Hotel Palm Springs where the crooning music of Frank Sinatra played in the background while refreshing cucumber cocktails were served. Now this is what we call a relaxing vacation!
Even as seasoned travelers, mistakes are made. It usually involves poor hotel selection on my part but the way we see it, it always ends with a good story to tell (or a better pool).