Needless to say, the winter months in LA aren’t exactly rough, but when we saw that summer-like temperatures were approaching this past weekend, my boyfriend and and I traded our plans of heading to the snow, and booked a last minute trip to Palm Springs. We stayed at the most charming hotel (soon to be reviewed) and found little reason to leave the property during our stay. We lounged in the sunshine alongside the pool, treated ourselves to massages, and ate far more than I’d care to admit. And while we’d still like to see the snow before it’s too late, our decision to embrace the heat was an inspired one. It was a perfect weekend getaway, and a great reminder that spontaneous travel is often the best kind of travel.