So I was sitting at my desk with a major case of the Mondays when I decided to go to Palm Springs.  San Diego is practically Heaven on Earth, but I still need a change of scenery every now and then.  So I popped over to Expedia and booked a hotel.  I figured two nights in the desert would pull me out of my funk.

As soon as I finished work for the day, I hit the road.  Halfway there my phone rang.  Ashley wanted to know if I could meet up for a walk.  ”Sorry,” I told her, “I’m half-way to Palm Springs.  But you should totally come meet me out here.”  It didn’t take much convincing; she arrived the next afternoon.

Palm Springs is about 2 hours away from San Diego by car.  It’s a gorgeous drive through desert and mountains.  Having grown up on the East coast, they never cease to amaze me with their barren beauty.  The sun was just disappearing beneath the rocky crests as I pulled into town.

Palm Springs is a literal oasis.  It’s filled with lush green grass and tall skinny palms in an area that’s otherwise tumbleweeds and dirt. There’s one charming street lined with shops and restaurants, with hotels and homes sprawling in either direction.  It’s incredibly quaint and adorable.

I had a quick dinner then snuggled into bed for the night.  I spent the next day working by the pool.  Ashley arrived not long after I finished, and we headed to the main drag for some cocktails and shopping.  We talked make-up, boys, travel, and life.

Ashley and I in front of their 26 ft. Marilyn Monroe statue

After ordering a surf and turf buffet and washing it down with Baileys, we snuggled into bed to watch HGTV.

It was some much needed R&R for the body and soul.  I can’t wait to run off there again!