E. and I are currently down in Carlsbad, about half an hour north of San Diego, staying at La Costa Resort and Spa as part of a VIP gift certificate I got nearly two years ago while attending an Emmy Awards after-party. (Not bad swag, if you can swing it!) I’m working on a draft of my book–you know, the one I’ve been working on since 2010 and cannot finish for the life of me?–and E.’s finishing a screenplay, so we decided to flee LA for more remote pastures.
When we pulled up to the valet at La Costa, you’d be forgiven for thinking we had looted a Best Buy: in the back of E.’s car was a giant printer, a big screen monitor, two laptop computers, a tea table, several posterboards, a bag of index cards and highlighters…and a box of alcohol including Macallan, La Crema pinot noir, Belvedere vodka, vermouth soaked olive juice, Coke, and rum.
Apparently, we are now “known” around the resort–ostensibly as “the writers,” but I think more likely as “that crazy alcoholic writing couple who carted their entire office with them.”
The resort itself is stunning: 400 acres of rolling green hills, Spanish-style architecture, restaurants, pools for both kids and adults, and one of the best spas in the country. It’s also home to the Chopra Center, with meditation, yoga, ayurvedic spa treatments, panchakarma detoxification, and all the zen you can holler “Om” at.
Our VIP Emmy’s package included two nights accommodation in a suite, plus golf and spa. Just one small problem: neither E. nor I golf. We both elected to have massages instead; problem solved! My masseuse Pam gave me, quite literally, the best reflexology treatment of my life. Seems like reflexology is something La Costa takes seriously: right by the spa pool and adorable herb garden is a reflexology path. “Hey! That looks fun!” I said. Famous last words. I hobbled away fifteen seconds later as if I had walked over a beehive. Perhaps my insides benefitted…but the soles of my feet nooo likey.
The food is sublime (grouper with fried oysters was to die for) and the spa was lovely, if not quite as OH MY GOD NEXT LEVEL as, say, The Boulders in Scottsdale. But our one major quibble with the rooms is the lack of privacy–there are sliding wooden doors partitioning off the bathroom, which basically means you can hear everything, and I do mean everything.
Still, it’s been an amazing mini-break–and we’ve even managed to do a bit of writing! I will finish this damn book if it kills me (and it just might).
If you’re in SoCal and want to experience La Costa for yourself, they’re offering an amazing deal during the month of June: $179/night midweek and $229/night weekend for a package including breakfast for two, a $45 daily credit toward a spa treatment and a $90 daily golf credit.