Palm Desert.
We came. We saw. We lounged.
You know you're in for a relaxing vacation when the median age of resort guests is approximately 102. Much like the geriatric patrons, we spent our time taking leisurely strolls,
Nana Carey and Ivy and palm trees
Instead of telling her not to walk in the street where cars drive, I took some pictures. That's' just the kind of outstanding mother I am.
feeding the ducks,
This guy held his pose for a good thirty seconds. It seems he's no stranger to the paparazzi.
I mean, come on. Baby ducks. I freaking love nature. But not the sad Planet Earth kind of nature where baby elephants can't find their moms. The Marriott man-made pond kind of nature where baby animals walk right up to you because they know you probably have snacks.
enjoying art,
Yikes
dining,
It was at this culinary establishment that my faith in humanity was restored. If we as a species are able to create a tomato sandwich that delicious, then surely world peace is possible.
and soaking in surf and sun
By surf, I mean kiddy pool water.
By sun, I mean sun.
The point I'm trying to get across is that we had a lovely time.
Also, we saw Gatsby and I felt very "meh" about it.
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