The surrounding mountains are so close you feel as though you could reach out and touch them. I take in these spectacular views through a flashy pair of shades as I sip a crisp glass of white wine, lounging on one of the many restaurant patios that line Palm Canyon drive. The heat is dry, but not unbearable thanks to the cool refreshing spray of the abundant misters. I am in Palm Springs, baby. Hollywood’s playground since the 1920’s, this desert oasis has been attracting celebrities and sun-seekers for decades….