The Palm Springs Experience
Because of the amount of talk it generated, I really expected a lot more out of Palm Springs. Conversations of planned vacations to this far away land seemed to be a thing of fashion, and I was a few hundred bucks short of Gucci. My time share. My hotel stay. My get away. That was what they talked about, so when my mom invited me to go with her on a trip to this magical land, I was already imagining the stories I would share the next time someone bragged about their Palm Springs experience. After the two hour car ride, however, I was wondering if we had gone to the wrong Palm Springs. The drive was boring. The sun was hot. Palm Springs itself was a bad imitation of an oasis. However, Mom had taken me out of school for the trip, so I really couldn’t complain. Besides, I was determined to go home with a tale worth telling. My sto...