This Palm Springs trip was a birthday gift, hosted by my sister-in-law, and it was one of those gestures that lands so perfectly it feels less like planning and more like intuition. Anyone who knows me knows this truth: if there is a spa involved, I am already happier. Not in a fluffy way. In a nervous-system, exhale-your-shoulders, finally-feel-human way. So when the plan centered around Spa at Sec-he , it felt less like a surprise and more like being deeply understood. Palm

If your nostalgia includes sunburned noses, neon motels, and a window AC wheezing like it needs a nap, you’re in the right place.