San Diego was cool.
So was this guy.
Next was Carol's casita. You could literally reach outside and pick a grapefruit or lemon. I may have stuffed a couple in my bag and brought them home but if questioned by the California Fruit Police, I will deny it so don't even bother turning me in.
Then we moved to San Palm Something.
Lots of flowers and waterfalls, just like my yard at home in my head. I spent time wandering around pretending I knew where I was going because the place was kind of set up like a maze. Combine my keen sense of direction with multiple look-alike casitas and pathways designed to confuse and you get lots of exercise.
Home again. No room service. No 75 degree weather. But my own pillow and lemon pie is yummy.
That large bird did stand out on the quick picture run-through I saw at your home. Quite the looker!
ReplyDeleteI want lemon meringue pie now. And 75 degree weather. That sounds nice. Glad it was a good trip!
ReplyDeleteIt is called Palm Desert.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you went without me. I keep telling Joel that I am moving to Palm Springs...or Palm Desert...I'm not picky...we can live there from Sept to May and then somewhere...I guess Salt Lake from June to August. Heaven. Looks like you had a great trip. I'm sure Dave had some good golfing, right!? When we've gone there with Joel's family, that's why we go, so Joel's dad and the guys can golf. The rest of us enjoy the tennis and swimming! I just want the heat.
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