The first night we stayed in The Saguaro Hotel, which was super bright and fun and full of people. It has a pool designed for posing with.
After that we go to a Motel called Monkey Tree. It is much smaller and far more refined. This matched the Honeymoon vibes – and we spend plenty of time just lounging around the pool and drinking the free supply of LaCroix (our new favourite flavoured fizzy water that we didn’t know we needed). The hotel is single-story, built in a ring around the pool and unpretentious. The lines and angles create pleasing shadows at the sun runs its course, and each room has (one way) mirrored glass so there are always interesting reflections in the courtyard.
It is hot here! But the relief of the pool counteracts the heat. When we can pull ourselves away from the motel, we go out hunting Mid Century Modernist architecture. There are streets full of playful, modestly sized houses that I just love to be around.
Our stay here is a perfect counterbalance to the past weeks of frantic driving, hiking, sleeping, repeating.
At night we find restaurants and bars plentiful, and as usual I’m immediately befriended by the local community. One night we’re bought drinks all night by a couple who are great fun. Although when I awake during the night feeling dizzy, I begin to wonder just how hungover I will be in the morning. When morning comes, I feel fine, but confused about the dizzy spell until I read a newspaper headline: minor earthquake hits Palm Springs. Ah ha!
See, I wasn’t drunk mum!
