To reach the spa, guests must walk through the main pool patio, which at 9 a.m. on this blazing summer morning is already packed with objectionably sexy post-collegiate boys and girls, and the ever-present rhythmic tapping of poolside ping-pong. (In fact, when Facebook rented out the entire hotel for an event earlier this year, a swim trunk-bedecked Mark Zuckerman reportedly played his share of matches, while his fiancée Priscilla indulged in a Feel Good massage.)
Spa reception is housed in a charming little wooden kiosk that looks like a booth where you’d order fries and hamburgers at a country club, except it’s lined with yummy-looking products from raw and organic beauty line The Body Deli, based a few miles away in Palm Desert. The receptionist, dressed in a black romper and flip-flops, is accommodating but casual as she leads me into a locker room that feels both chic and functional, with high school-vibe lockers painted navy and cream and one big open shower featuring grapefruit-scented body wash and hair care. I pull on a textured cotton robe and head over to the Relaxation Room.