Swimming Pools and Movie Stars
When actress Renee Zellweger was late for her acceptance speech at the Golden Globes in 2000 because she was in the bathroom, I wondered how far this famous lady had to walk in her high heels to get to the podium.
Now I know: not far.
The faux pas occurred in the Beverly Hilton Hotel's international ballroom, completely transformed for the night to host the big event. I recently checked out the giant arena, in awe of its many abilities to become whatever an event planner wants it to become, including a full-blown sound stage. Still, I was more enthralled by the aforementioned bathroom located in the back of the big room.
First of all, it is pink. All pink. Pink marble, pink walls, pink chaise. Rare Southern Italian marble washes over the large and lavish space. Us women can thank Eva Gabor for the unforgettable look of this frothy haven. Apparently, back in the late 1970s, then-owner Merv Griffin asked his actress friend to spruce up the now-famous ladies bathroom in her own personal style.
Gabor's magic touch is apparent today, although much of the rest of the famous landmark hotel has been transformed under the watchful eye of new owner Beny [correct spelling] Alagem and general manager Denny Fitzpatrick. A $80 million renovation—or "reinvention" as the famed hotel is calling it—is partially complete, with revamped luxury rooms, updated electronic amenities, a new spa and some other special effects worthy of this millennium.
With an eye toward more user-friendly public space and a more up-to-date look, the Beverly Hilton still retains the cache and pizzazz that earned it such a glowing reputation when this landmark opened half a century ago.
Worth The Drive
Mention you're going off on assignment to coastal Southern California and everyone gets industrious.
One of my (usually lazy) kids said, "I can go and carry your bags" while the other offered to "take notes in all the meetings." Unfortunately for both boys, I didn't take either up on his offer, though I did include my husband who has been under the weather and needed some sunshine. So did our dog, Pepper, who I let tag along to keep Paul company while I worked.
At an annual average of 73 degrees, we found plenty of rays in Dana Point, just a town north of President Richard Nixon's beloved San Clemente. Halfway between San Diego and Los Angeles, the oceanside retreat is home to the enchanting Laguna Cliffs Marriott Resort & Spa, a Victorian-style spread sitting atop dramatic bluffs directly overlooking the Pacific. Both business and pleasure are the priority for everyone who stays there, including pets.
On the business side, the 377-room property commands some 55,000 square feet of meeting space. Two ballrooms, 16 meeting rooms and a state-of-the-art learning center provide ideal work environments, including the Doheny board room, which houses a built-in screen and projectors. In addition, guestrooms are wired for high speed while public spaces accommodate laptop users via wireless Internet.
Meanwhile, on the pleasure side, the options at this Southern California resort are limitless, up to and including surf butlers on hand to teach even novices how to ride a wave in the nearby Pacific Ocean. On site, activities range from active (swimming, volleyball, tennis and croquet) to inactive (body scrubs, couples massages and deluxe facials).
I opted for the latter, going directly to reception at the 14,000-square-foot Spa at Laguna Cliffs once business was done. After checking in with a friendly staff seated behind a wall of water, I went on to enjoy a signature rub-down. The massage was given by a lovely lady named Colleen who has magic hands and a charismatic personality that would make anyone feel comfortable. We spent nearly two hours together after which I felt better than I had in a long, long time.
My husband was also enthralled with The Spa at Laguna Cliffs. Since some of the staff's masseurs spend part of their week working with cancer patients who come by the hotel's wellness center for free massages, Paul was assigned one of these professionals to work on his problematic spine. He called the regimen "a real treat." In fact, Paul declared himself rejuvenated, so we picked up Pepper from our room and went for a walk right after our treatments.
Our destination was Doheny State Beach, reached by strolling the 42-acre resort's beautiful jogging trails that took us downward through lush landscaping, a delight enhanced by the cool ocean breeze. Pepper found plenty to keep her entertained during our jaunt, including chasing some small lizards that had been taking refuge in and among all the verdant plants.
Back at home base, our digs were truly splendid, with everything from the biggest flat-screen TV on the market to a giant Jacuzzi big enough for two. While we were out, the Marriott staff had delivered a welcome plate of cheeses and fruits for us and a dog bowl, dog treats and a dog toy for Pepper.
Because our room was such a delight and since Paul was not feeling all that social, we dined in our sprawling room on the most succulent steaks either of us had ever been served. Our meals came straight from the hotel's celebrated Regatta Grill serving contemporary California cuisine.
Late at night, we went out on our private balcony to relax and enjoy more of that signature sea breeze and an impressive wide-screen view of the Pacific Ocean. Now that's what I call California living at its best.
Laguna Cliffs Marriott Resort & Spa is at 25135 Park Lantern Drive, Dana Point, CA 92629. For further information, call (949) 661-5000, or go to http://www.lagunacliffs.com/.
Desert Cool
I watched as a large gondola arrived in the middle of my hotel lobby lounge and wondered, "Is this a mirage or simply a delusion of grandeur?"
Not only was the unexpected sighting alarming because of the setting but also because I was staying in the California desert.
But, after rubbing my eyes and upon closer inspection, I realized that what I was seeing was, in fact, what I was seeing.
At The Desert Springs JW Marriott Resort & Spa, boats are routinely docked inside the massive, multilevel lobby before hitting the vast property's amply stocked waterways for refreshing hotel tours past cascading waterfalls. It was like Venice meets Disneyland.
I was amazed by much more about this rarefied retreat as it is one of the largest in the Southwest. Consider the stats: 450 acres, 13 restaurants, 884 accommodations, five swimming pools and 210,000 square feet of meeting space—and that's just for starters.
I admit I found it hard to get acclimated to the sprawling Desert Springs Resort & Spa but then again I have a very bad sense of direction. However, once I did get the lay of the land I felt like part of a special community, happily chatting with whomever I came across as I went about my business during a brief spring visit. I met plenty of folks from all over the world, all of whom seemed to be totally adjusted to, if not a bit blasé about, the fact that our home away from home had a boat docked and at the ready in the middle of the lobby lounge.
Not quite as awe-inspiring but certainly just as appreciated is the onsite spa with its array of relaxing treatments. After a busy business day, I relished in an aromatherapy bath, soaking in mineral-rich essential oils before giving myself up to the perfect Swedish massage. What a sacrifice!
Work meant lots of meetings in lots of places within the confines of this giant resort. I had breakfast poolside with a New York colleague, a brief morning meeting in a small conference room, a round of golf with one of my editors, a coffee pick-me-up strategy session at the lobbyside Starbucks with my assistant, and dinner in the hotel's Ristorante Tuscany with a gang of other journalists.
All aspects of life at The Desert Springs resort were quite enjoyable, even though it was more work than play for this business traveler. Even the room service was exceptional, served in a matter of only 15 minutes after ordering, a huge accomplishment given the size of the fully booked property and the number of guests who were surely making requests at the same time as me.