Palm Springs

February: Palm Springs was probably the last work conference for Dad for a long time.

It's a barren desert city built in a prehistoric sea bed between two mountain ranges, covered in lush green palm trees, and sustained by a giant secret underground aquifer. Very unique, and Mom would probably come up with a metaphor for it if she wasn't so tired.

It's famous for music festivals like Coachella and Stagecoach, and being the vacation spot for old Hollywood royalty like Frank Sinatra.

It's also famous for being nestled next to the San Andreas fault.

The last major earthquake from this fault in 1906 is well known for the damage in San Francisco, with the next Big One predicted for 200 years later. Let's be honest, the way 2020 is going so far, nobody would be surprised if the Big One hit early.   

It was beautiful, and the food was yummy.

These two were blissfully unaware that this would be their last date night until 2021.

It was a good one, with dinner at Frank Sinatra' old house.

Serenaded by Ol' Blue Eyes himself.

Nana and Papa

February was a lucky month for a visit from these favorite people. We got a week with them in the blissful days before the COVID-19 pandemic became a reality.

They got to see a baseball game,

enjoy weather that was warmer and sunnier than Boston,

and make memories with us.

There were hardships, like the lack of Schwepp's Lime,

and learning how to navigate Self Checkout.

But we only remember the epic desserts.

 

And the ridiculous meal planning that Mom does before going with Dad to his work conference.