Next week, a number of golf’s greatest players will gather in South Florida for The Honda Classic, a fun tournament that also raises money for Children’s Healthcare Charity, Inc.
Now, I’m no golfer, but I do know an awesome spot when I see it. PGA National Resort and Spa is one. No doubt.
A series of unfortunate events last month led us to the resort while we spent time in Palm Beach, and honestly our day there became a highlight of the week. The resort sits on hundreds of acres of fine real estate in Palm Beach Gardens, and a luxury neighborhood surrounds it–one that gives new meaning to the word “retired”.
My husband and I enjoyed lunch with a view of the pool, and I tasted some of the best conch fritters I’ve ever had (I’m a bit of a connoisseur). We also got a glimpse of a plush accommodations the property features, and took a short walk around the grounds. Most fun of all–we caught the setting up the grandstand for the tournament itself.
I’ll admit–it made me want to watch some golf next week! I also put it on my list of places I’d like to return to one day!
A few weeks ago, a trip to Chicago had us hunting for the perfect hotel stay in the Windy City’s downtown. We found it at The Drake.
Of course, right?
You might have heard of The Drake. I certainly had. Over the years, I’ve read about it in books, and heard it referenced in films. I know the hotel has a storied history, but nothing prepared me for the stately place that it really is in person.
We stayed two nights in a room with a king-sized bed, and in most hotels the size of our room would have qualified it as a junior suite. Amenities included two full bathrooms, a large sofa and seating area, a mini bar, bathrobes, and super-soft sheets. When we walk through the small foyer, I almost never wanted to leave.
But leave, we did.
And the rest of the hotel enchanted me as well. From drinks at Cog D’ Or to breakfast at The Drake Bros, this hotel is one of the most romantic hotels in the city. We topped off our visit with dinner at The Cape Cod Room, a legendary spot where Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio carved their initials in the bar.
So what I’m saying is–go.
You won’t be sorry that you did.