With a spa and fitness centre, three swimming pools, plus whirlpool, tennis courts, motorboat, sailboat and bicycle rentals and various dining options at the resort, including fine dining at Mistral, casual fare at Market and tapas style bites at La Cantina, guests will find many of their holiday needs catered for at Loews Coronado Bay. It’s perfect for families with children and guests who would prefer not venture away from the hotel. The resort even boasts a host of boutiques, in case you desire a spot of shopping but don’t want to venture too far from the pool or bar.
Cold air rushes at me, and I gulp, desperately drinking in oxygen to appease my shocked lungs. I want to scream, but I remember, I’m on camera and I’ve been advised to smile and appear unnerved. “Grab his feet!” I hear my instructor Tony shout, and as I hang on to August, the skydiving cameraman’s ankles, we’re suddenly swinging around, horizontally, like the Flying Dutchman at a theme park, nearly 14,000 ft from the ground, and I’m screaming – I’ve never felt so terrified, yet so exuberantly alive in all my life.
In all my 29 years, I’d only really celebrated my birthday once. Birthdays have never been episodes of significance in my family and I can’t imagine this will change. But having vicariously indulged in others’ celebrations through the years, I had made up my mind, I would not allow my 30th birthday to transpire without an explosion of fun and indulgence. And so I embarked on my very first trip to New York City, for a birthday getaway of culture, fine dining and pampering.
“You’re going to L.A? Why? You’ll get bored!” remarked a friend on the east coast, before my very first visit to L.A, “you should visit New York instead.” And though I love New York, there’s something about Los Angeles that will have me coming back, again and again. Maybe it’s simply the all year round sunshine and pretty vistas, the anonymity in a city where everyone wants to be famous or its alchemy of carrying and understanding dreams. Whatever it is, L.A is far from boring.
Take the show Girls, fast-forward five years, incorporate a healthier, mature bank balance and a meandering road littered with complicated relationships, missed opportunities, misleading directions to love, the glint of a light at the end of an elusive tunnel, and you have The Girl’s Guide to Depravity; the post-hipster ‘female buddy comedy’ as coined by the show’s producer. Last season, the US TV show followed the lives of Sam (Rebecca Blumhagen) and Lizzie (Sally Golan) as they took on a philosophy on relationships that would protect them from getting hurt, but which would maximize satisfaction and pleasure. A flawed philosophy, we saw the women enduring hilarious situations and scenes and painful realties as they decisively followed the rules ‘to getting laid, without getting screwed,’ and as the season came to a close, the pair who’d seemed so close and connected at the start, began drifting apart.