9/11

Happy's eight months old and it seems that time just flew by unknowingly. Every month that passes by, we always ask why can't she just stay the way she is for now.



We celebrated this day with a short weekend trip to Palm Springs. I've always wondered how this place look like. With all that hype that they show on TV and the glamour that surrounds this place, I was intrigued and had high expectations.



Just as I remembered when we went to Hollywood-- very different when you're actually there. It's not all good as it seems. Then, I had the same experience with Palm Springs.



It was a short two day stay but we we're all over the place. It's a quaint little town, situated in the middle of the desert. There were casinos here and there and huge gated houses sharing a golf course as backyards and even trailer homes i never imagined can be that fancy! They also had huge complexes with an array of restaurants that you'd spend an average of $20+ per person.



But the sole reason why we went there for was Cabazon, premium outlet with 130 stores smack in the middle of nowhere. The place was bustling with people, carrying all sorts of shopping bags. Anna felt that she died and went to shopping heaven for two days.



This was one of those trips that we planned in mere days. It was spontaneous and instant.

We both had no idea how the place was like. And since it's been really cold here in San Diego lately, we assumed that it's gonna be the same in Palm Springs. Why wouldn't it be, it's still in California and it's not even 200 miles away. Wrong.



It was not hot like Vegas, but the air was humid and just enough to suck the life out of you when you're under the sun. And this is coming from someone who lived in a tropical country for most of his life.



But at the end of it all, it was not that sort of vacation that you'd rather stay for a few more days. It was just right. San Diego, we're going back home.