last resort

February 21st, 2010

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I’ve never ever had a fancytown vacation, so when we were given the chance to stay here for 2 nights free last weekend, I was completely excited. It’s cheesy as hell (black swans! glowing fountains!) but the chance for some warm sunny days (and seeing family) was too good to pass up. So at 3am Friday morning, I was up and poking the Professor 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.

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Sunrise in the desert is everything people say it is. I woke up super early every morning, this is taken from our room balcony.

sunriseskt2Seeing snow on the mountains while we bake in 85 degree heat? LOVE IT.

balconyFrom our balcony we could see this secret pool and cabana area.

poolsideThis 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.

bikiniWashed 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. CRAZY. I want to order room service FOREVER and do nothing but lie around and call the concierge and ask for insane things. Yes please. I was born into the wrong life, for sure.

Spoiled massage & facial (my first!) on Saturday afternoon – total bliss. I need to go to spas more often – spend hours in a dry sauna. When I own a house, I’m building a dry sauna. Or a homemade one at the cabin. Dreamy. I hate wet saunas, but i loveeee dry saunas.

On Valentine’s Day, we woke up to prizes in bed -

prizesMy prizes for him. What is it? Yum.

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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!

champagnefloptowelI 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?