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Friday, November 26, 2021

Commentary: This 80 year old woman is taking a trip

Two trips in a month?

This is a big deal for an eighty year old. But they were both great.

The flight to New Jersey was carefully planned. I was accompanied by my daughter and her partner who eliminated any inconvenience. I had a great time visiting my old hometown and meeting some relatives. I went home, did my laundry and decided it was for my travels this year.

When my son and his wife surfaced, they invited me to a two-day sleepover at Desert Hot Springs, a place I had never been to. My toes have never been dipped in a bubbling hot spring – so you bet I said yes.

We began with a lavish dinner at the venerable Mission Inn in Riverside.

It is still as elegant as when my mother came there as a teenager in 1916.

The hotel is surrounded by greenery, it is cool and quiet inside, historical paintings hang everywhere. We ate on the patio, enjoying the architectural decorations on the walls and delicious frits and salads.

After about an hour, we drove into the hotel under bright blue skies and mild heat. We had adjoining rooms, each with a patio that led directly to the many pools that are the heart of this resort.

I timidly pulled out a bathing suit that had been in mothballs from the early days of my trip to the coast of North Carolina. Will it fit? Thank God it worked out.

Taking a towel, I went to an unfamiliar world.

My family, who know this for a long time, told me which pool is the hottest and which is the coolest. I chose one of the intermediate ones to start the dive.

I carefully descended several steps and stopped in front of the seething exit. Immediately, the top of my suit exploded like a balloon, giving me the appearance of a man with an overly bloated front. Warm bubbles fit perfectly on my tired back.

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The people in the pools were friendly – a man with tattoos who seemed to be in every casino in Las Vegas, a Russian who fled to Israel and finally ended his journey in the States, a blonde hoping to sell her art in the area. …

People chatted casually, got together, dispersed, maybe to another pool, or maybe to take a nap.

On our first night, the three of us gathered in the same room to watch the Dodgers lose to the Atlanta Braves. Then sleep is much better than at home.

The next day, I got wet first, and then I found a sun lounger in the shade, where I could hear birds chirping in my palms.

We had an early dinner at a wonderful Mexican restaurant. Hurrying home, we were rewarded by seeing the Dodgers defeat the Brave. One great player made three home runs in the game, which rarely, if ever, happens.

We returned home too soon. But we had our last treat – lunch at Knotts Berry Farm.

From the parking lot, we passed a roller coaster with a creaky timber frame that looked frighteningly fragile. I am

At the restaurant, we received unexpected news: this year there is an acute shortage of boysen berries. Who knew? There may be a drought.

Back home, it was a wash again and a lot of happy memories.

Who invites me further?

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