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Went to Palm Springs this weekend to get away with some friends. There was sun and fun and lots of great food. B and I did a run Saturday morning. We ended up going about 4.5 miles which was about 4.5 miles more than I had intended for the weekend. But it was good for me. No real plan, which made for a nice run past cool Palm Springs architecture and taking in the fresh air was a good way to start the day. But the real business of the weekend was pool and eating. Goodness we had some good meals. I won't even bother with the details, but i will let the photos tell the story. Enjoy.


It started with tacos at Las Casuelas as we pulled into town.



We had reservations at Spencer that evening and it was a free for all. Excellent all the way around.





There was sharing and caring. Short Ribs, Steak and Halibut. A sample of the desserts.....Coffee, Carrot Cake and Creme Brulee.






Day 2 started with breakfast by the pool after said run. Frittata and my first ever full cup of coffee. French Press with lots of sugar and milk. Not so bad. Maybe I am turning over a new leaf. Hmmmm Sadly no photo proof of this new leaf. We didn't really have lunch that day as most of the day was spent lounging by the pool. And we had the Taco bar coming to the patio of Room 235 so we didn't want to spoil our dinner. Let me say friends that if you ever find yourself at the Ace, this is the way to go for one of the nights. It was amazing and there was so much food. Take a look see for yourself.








And last but not least, breakfast this morning before heading back to the bubble. King's highway was calling our name with the siren song of Linda Fabulous. Well, that and the coffee.






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