If you’ve been reading about my travels and life you may know by now that I have a slight obsession with Spanish and Italian culture and architecture. For this exact reason, I chose to stay at Casa Laguna in Laguna Beach to celebrate my fabulous mother’s 65th birthday two weekends ago. Despite the chilly weather, my stay was warm, cozy and surrounded by the lively Spanish architecture that speaks to my soul. Recognized as a “Registered Historic Structure,” Casa Laguna is known for it’s rich history dating back to the 1900s. From luxury hotel, to artists community, to boutique bed and breakfast; Casa Laguna has undergone many transitions but always kept it’s signature Spanish style in tact.
The day was spent roaming around Laguna Beach with my mom and sister, attending the Sawdust festival, hitting up shops and local restaurants, and riding the trolley that was conveniently located right outside the hotel. Victoria Beach happened to be steps away, but the dreary weather kept us content with the ocean views from our room. As day turned to night, and my mom decided to retire to our room, I did some night time exploring of every nook and cranny of this beautifully designed hotel. I found myself swaying happily to the smooth jazz that echoed throughout the castle-like property, feeling as if I was actually in Espana. The decor of vibrant prints, intricate tiles and ceramics, touches of marble and the celestial star light fixtures continually left me in awe. The outdoor patio enclosed by palm trees and greenery was dimly lit with a gold-ish hue, the tastefully tiled tables topped with a pop of red flowers under the blue and white striped umbrellas, and the fountain adding another layer of beauty and delight to the sensual space. I imagined myself sitting upon my imaginary Spanish lover’s lap, feeding each other flan and sipping on sangria under the stars. Snapping back to reality and remembering how incredibly single I am, I moved on to seek out my next daydream. I came across a mysterious wooden staircase that curved up into a dark space that was barely visible in the night. Boldly, I crept up the dark staircase to discover another patio; this time small and discreet, with arched open air windows, a beautiful blue tiled table and artwork of The Virgin of Hope Macarena. I laughed almost immediately, thinking of the dance that bears the same Macarena name, and quickly stopped upon realizing that this symbol holds a deeper meaning for many. Though not all that religious, I bowed my head and moved along.
Gliding along in a bubble of curiosity and happiness, I ended up in the lobby to take pictures and enjoy some time by the fireplace. The ambiance in the original Mission House was romantic and relaxed with dim lights, candles glowing, fire burning and of course jazz charming the room with its sensuous rhythm. The moment I sat down on the plush blue sofa, I was greeted by the friendliest receptionist who offered me a glass of sangria and a warm smile. I of course accepted, thinking, when in “Spain.” We got to chatting about our shared love of travel and he mentioned how the resort felt like home, as he himself was from Seville, Spain. He mentioned how I could live like a queen on $1,000 there and I seriously considered booking a ticket. The massage therapist stopped in before heading home, and was equally as friendly. We chatted about Italy and how we both agreed that the warmth of that country and the architecture is incomparable. I sat by the fire and was happily surprised to find one of my favorite coffee table books, La Dolce Vita on the marble table. Upon my last sip of sangria, I decided to retire back to my room. On the walk back I felt warm and fuzzy, realizing how much I live for unexpected encounters and inspired conversations with like minded individuals, no matter how brief or how long. These are the moments that make life more interesting. Laying alongside my amazing mother in the softest sheets known to man, I thanked her for being my angel and best friend, wished her a happy birthday and we drifted off into dreamland.
The next morning we enjoyed the complimentary breakfast; I devoured a bowl of chia seed pudding, and my mom a croissant and coffee. I wasn’t going to leave without treating myself, so I luxuriated in an epsom salt bath in the private cabana overlooking the pool, and the ocean. The perfect way to end my stay.
Though our stay was short, it was most certainly sweet. Casa Laguna was the perfect place to unwind and relax, while feeling inspired and alive at the same time. Ideal for romance, a pampering weekend with friends, or if you’re adventurous- a solo getaway, you will not find it hard to find a friendly face and inspired conversation here.
Thank you so much Casa Laguna for my fabulous stay!