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Billy and I escaped the cold and jetted out to California for a little baby moon. I’ve always wanted to go on a baby moon, mainly because the only thing I’ve ever wanted was a baby. This trip was an opportunity to relax, yes, but more importantly it gave me a chance to celebrate and enjoy my pregnancy. The first trimester was a practice in faith—getting through all the testing, facing my very real fear of losing yet another baby, and trying not to wait for the other shoe to drop. I don’t think I fully accepted this miracle until I could feel her moving inside of me. Each kick is a reminder—she’s real.
After a short visit with our dear friends in LA, we rented a car and drove to Palm Springs. I had never been, but from what I’d heard, it was a super chill town with a retro vibe and the perfect place to unwind and relax. I was in charge of picking the hotel, because I’m picky (like, really, really picky). Hey, I like what I like! Does that make me high maintenance? (Don’t answer that.) Is it possible to be both extremely easy going and high maintenance at the same time? Because that’s what (I think) I am!
Luckily I found exactly what I wanted: the Colony Palms Hotel. It’s the perfect blend of relaxed and sophisticated. Established in 1936, the classic Spanish-style architecture, with its creeping vines and bougainvillea, offers a spacious retreat in tune with nature. The decor is a mix of Moroccan textiles, original ceramic tiles, and colorful prints with a lot of modern influence.
It was love at first sight.
Until, that is, the front desk informed us that the room we had booked was unavailable.
Don’t worry, it all worked out! They more than made up for the mistake by upgrading us to a suite. It was, how shall I put this . . . sweet. It was our own private oasis for three days and I honestly didn’t want to leave.
I mean, how cool is this room? It’s no wonder I didn’t want to leave the hotel. I actually told Billy that our suite made me want to build a new house one day and abandon my dream of buying an old home.
The hotel exceeded my wildest expectations. The service was some of the best I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve traveled all over the world. The difference? You could tell they actually cared. Also, the food was excellent; we ate most of our meals at the hotel. The restaurant was whatever you needed it to be—breakfast served poolside in my bikini, a casual lunch on the terrace, or an elegant, put-on-a-pair-of-heels dinner. I love versatility, and Colony Palms absolutely nailed it.
You should know that this is not a sponsored post. I just loved the Colony Palms Hotel that much.
We didn’t really see much of Palm Springs itself. Not that there isn’t plenty to do. It’s just that I didn’t feel like doing anything, because all I do at home is do. I just wanted to be able to sit and do nothing.
We met up with some of our dear friends for dinner one night, which was such a special treat. We also ventured out to a highly recommended restaurant for dinner and left so disappointed that we decided not to leave the hotel for the rest of the vacation. Town was a mix of tourist shops and mid-century modern furniture stores. The only thing I bought while I was there was candy and ice cream (both of which were the baby’s idea, you guys … it was the baby).
It was an awesome trip, albeit too short. I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to get away with my beloved and reconnect to our journey as soon-to-be parents. It has been a difficult road, and I can’t tell you how valuable it was to take some time to appreciate how far we’ve come—to savor the moment and to look forward to what lies ahead.