Ever since moving to California, I’d heard whispers of a magical place in Palm Springs called the Korakia—a Moroccan-Mediterranean oasis in the desert, seemingly made for long, leisurely stays. Somehow, in the ten years I lived in LA, I never made it there, though it lingered in my dreams. Last month, the moment finally arrived: I had the pleasure of dropping off a beautiful collection of my jewelry for their shop and spending the day by their stunning pool. Naturally, I picked the hottest day of the year so far—111 degrees—but from the complimentary mint tea to the iced lavender towels, the Korakia was the perfect refuge for a sweltering summer’s day.