At 3am Friday morning, I was up and poking Sean in the eye until he was awake enough to drive, and we zoomed down the coast. We hit the ocean as the sun rose, winding through green hills soaked in fog to see the sun coming over the sea. Bliss.
We stopped in Santa Barbara for breafast, in this insane cake of a pastry shop. The food was terrible, but the pseudo Italianate wonder of it all made up for it.
Sunrise in the desert is everything people say it is. I woke up super early every morning, this is taken from our room balcony.
This pool was closed but we snuck in for private sunbathing time. Seriously. I read Martha Stewart Destination Weddings and pretended I was someone else entirely. I should have spent about 20 more hours in the sun.
Washed out with CRAZY SUNSHINE & I can’t believe I’m putting myself online in a bikini, but here you go. I forgot my swimsuit and got this Betsey Johnson one at the hotel shop. Hotels are crazy. I want to order room service FOREVER and do nothing but lie around and call the concierge and ask for insane things.
On Valentine’s Day, we woke up to prizes in bed –
My prizes for him. What is it? Yum.
His prizes for me! Aww, classic. It’s apparently the one key of the collection that’s actually a replica of the ones that locked the cabinets in NY shop. Which reminds me of being a little girl with my Nana in the city!
I didn’t want to come hommmeee. After a weekend being sybaritic, dealing with bills and taxes and stolen mail and rain and work and the cat having worms is NOT FUN. I guess that’s the difference: people who can afford resorts all the time hire other people to deal with that nonsense. So my shoulders are up around my ears again, but I soaked in some sun and rested a little. & it gave me a new perspective on a few things, for sure.
How was your Valentine’s Day?