Thursday, February 12, 2015

Last day in the desert

We spent our last full day on our feet, starting at 7 am with 18 holes of golf. Art played, I drove the cart and scavenged a huge windfall lemon along the course. We finished by 9 am, and after a brief break for breakfast headed across town to the Palm Springs tramway. The tram slow rotates as it climbs 6000 feet from desert to snow in the Mt. San Jacinto state park. Too much ice on the trail for serious hiking, but the views of the valley and the mountains were both exhilarating and vertiginous. I certainly will have falling and flying dreams tonight!

Tram car at the base station






From prehistory to mid-century: this is the "house of tomorrow " that Elvis rented for his honeymoon in 1967. This is the only certified celebrity house we found but they're all over Palm Springs if you can see anything then the high walls or impenetrable hedges. 

The best for last - the Palm Springs art museum with outstanding modern and American Western art.  It had works from Picasso and Calder to today's artists including Ai Wei-Wei.  An amazing gem of a museum with many very wealthy donors!  No photos but great memories.

Now winding down after great fish tacos and soaking in the hot tub. So hard to face leaving the 80 degree sunny desert for the coldest weather of 2015 at home.  We hope to come back with a crowd next year!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Wednesday in the desert

Biggest highlight- catching up with a middle and high school best friend after 44 years. Liz Green has the same dry wit and laid back personality, and hasn't put on any baby weight, darn her!  She's never leaving CA and I don't blame her. I need a little desert hideaway myself. 
Also hit the pool and downtown PS. Tomorrow the tram, art museum, and celebrity-house seeking. 

After a nice liquid lunch 



Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Day 1 in the desert



Morning view from the patio. Conferees briskly walk by in Hawaiian shirts and badges to their sales meeting.  

This morning Art shot his best round EVER on the resort golf course with greens like velvet. I hiked at the 1000 Palms Nature preserve, with native palm oases watered by springs rising out of the San Andreas fault. The trail ran right along the fault. I learned a few factoids, e.g., that the iconic western tumbleweed came over from Russia in flax imports in the 1800s, sighted a butterfly, bird, and lizard but no other wildlife. Lots of sightings of other hikers, mostly seniors, and I yield to no one in my admiration for their energy and endurance.  Even with canes and limps, they hit the trails in their shorts and baseball caps. May we all do so well in our 70s plus!

This afternoon we enjoyed the pools and hot tubs, including water slides. Tomorrow I meet a high school friend I haven't seen in 45 years! I've warned her I'm a lot fatter; can't wait to catch up with her. Then we'll explore downtown Palm Springs including the art museum. 

A few photos from today's hike-





Butterfly on the path

Looking down the fault line




Monday, February 9, 2015

Into the desert

We landed to 84 degrees and glorious warm sun. A stop at the Visitors Center earned a great dining tip - the fish tacos at Fishermen's Cafe. Best i ever had - maybe because they came deep-fried, not grilled? We could slice each  huge (compared to Eastern) oyster into about 3 bites each - they too came dep-fried and delicious. 

Highlights - catching rays and admiring the mountain views on our patio; getting a sharp bite  on my toe from a resident duck when I didn't feed him; taking a walk around the property that yielded a huge windfall grapefruit from a resident's tree; sitting by the fire pit on the restaurant patio feeling grateful we weren't there on a work trip like the folks small-talking around us; enjoying the good cheap California wine! What different paths our family would've taken if my parents had stayed in their (almost) home state. 
Tomorrow - early golf for Art, a hike at 1000 Palms preserve for me (can't wait to straddle the San Andreas fault), and a visit to downtown to check out  the modernist buzz. And definitely more good food and wine!

Patio view


My windfall grapefruit


2015 Palm Springs getaway

Waiting in Dallas for our flight to the sun and the Rat Pack's California desert getaway, just in time for Ol' Blue Eyes' centennial. 

You know you're in Texas when the shop selling expensive western gear displays a large taxidermist-stuffed wolf. And the travelers look much more stylish than the fashion-challenged of DC. The men wear collared shirts, the women eschew badly-fitting outfits and bad hair, and no one wears t-shirts spouting goofy or profane messages. I find that especially quite refreshing. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Style observations on the road

I kept an eye on fashion and style trends on our journey, so here's what I learned on my vacation:

1. Nobody wears a suit or "professional" clothes as understood in DC or NYC. The style level here is far more relaxed and casual. Nothing has to match  - so much easier to get dressed!  Everyone wears colorful Keds-type sneakers or ankle boots. I guess my usual formal style environment applies only to a small subset of government bureaucrats, lawyers, and diplomats.
2. Not everyone's skinny, but everyone wears form-fitting clothes. No baggy jeans, sweats, sad sack suits, loose t shirts or shorts. No Deering Lake look allowed!  People don't seemed ashamed that their bodies are less than perfect. 
3. Women don't have to "dress their age" and became essentially asexual after 40. Leggings, tights, skirts above the knee, tank tops aren't off limits. So I felt good in my leggings and skinny jeans.  No one at any age wore as much makeup as I usually see at home. 
4. Short hair rules for women. Only in Amsterdam did I see many young women with long flowing locks. In France, women either had short cuts or long hair pulled back. The French female TV announcer look involved bright lipstick, glasses with bold dark frames, and short hair or ponytails - thankfully no blow-dried waist length manes.  Hair color seemed strictly optional, and not necessarily natural-looking. 
5. Men, on the other hand, tend to have longer hair at any age than we've been used to since the 1990s. No one had those military-inspired neatly trimmed hairlines required at home, and plenty had long styles that looked straight from The Hobbit movie.  Earrings seem totally acceptable for men of any age. 
6. No one wore bright colors except on sneakers even in southern France, but cobalt blue (like the shoes and jacket I packed for nicer occasions) is a major color this season. Yes -  my fashion decision confirmed!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Art's home at last - Amsterdam!

We've gotten a huge adrenaline rush from our arrival in Amsterdam. Our area reminds me of Boston with tall brick apartment houses, trees, bikes, and hipster young people. We are close to everything tourista - museums, concert hall where we're going tonight, and public transport. We truly appreciate having Olga and Art with us as guides. Now some downtime before dinner. Just wondering - is the DC craziness ever going to end?

Tomorrow we meet Art's Aunt Ria and Uncle Ben. Over the next few days I hope to slake my thirst for viewing art treasures and Dutch flowers - that'll be enough for me. 


Backlit but beautiful flowers in our room at Hotel Fita. Drinking our fine Beaujolais from Chateau Montelmas in France.