Palm Springs is a crazy place. Hundreds of lush, green golf courses in the middle of a desert, and senior citizens limping along the roads with canes and walkers. To get to our timeshare we drove straight down Bob Hope Road, and crossed Ginger Rogers Road, Dinah Shore Avenue and Frank Sinatra Avenue. It's a bit surreal to say the least.
Tomorrow I plan on going for a run through the tubular verbenias and primrose before heading to the spa for a massage courtesy of my brother.
Yes, it's truly a rough life. Hope you are all having a holiday as great as mine!