I guess this was my summer for living out songs by The Eagles. First, I went and stood on a corner in Winslow, Arizona. And then in July, I checked into the Hotel California.
This version of the Hotel California is a small hotel in Palm Springs. My husband and I have stayed in many small boutique hotels here over the years, usually to celebrate our anniversary in late July. Palm Springs is a local getaway for us, as it's only about an hour and a half away.
We like the desert, and we like it when it's super hot -- call us crazy, but that's the vibe we enjoy out there: 95 degrees after sundown, walking around the downtown area on Palm Canyon Drive, people watching and window shopping, sitting under a mister at an outdoor restaurant, sipping on a cocktail.
Because I like to change things up and check out the many hotels in this town, we've rarely stayed at the same lodging twice: not because anything was wrong per se, but just that there are so many options, and I want to experience them all.
So when it came time to book our anniversary weekend this year, I spent my usual hours of intense research over on TripAdvisor. The #2 favorite (at the time I looked) was the Hotel California.