Turning 100 has never looked better when you’re a pink palace with a reputation for hosting Hollywood legends.
We certainly don’t qualify in the legend category, but were lucky enough to make this our home away from home for a few nights during our Las-Vegas-to-Death-Valley-to-Los-Angeles road trip in March.
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We just returned from La Casa Que Canta for a lunch appetizer of margaritas, chips and fresh tomato-and-red-onion salsa and fried calamari. We walked along the beach from our accommodations at The Tides resort to revisit our first residence in Zihuatanejo, Mexico, two years ago. For that reason and so many more, it holds a special place in our hearts.
Now, let’s compare.
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Have you ever seen a laid-back bird dog? Maybe my past years raising – and chasing – these rambunctious breeds through neighborhoods, fields and the rooms of our house have clouded my perspective.
But it explains my surprise to see one sitting patiently in the passenger seat of a golf cart alongside The Broadmoor resort’s lake as he awaited his master’s return. And there were swans within a stick’s fetch away from him.
“Is he blind?” I thought. “Arthritic?” No. It’s just the way Ruger, as identified by the brass nametag hanging from his collar, rolls. He’s another member of The Broadmoor staff, his colleague and driver of the golf cart revealed.
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