Want to land your own Elin? Or at least another slightly less smoking hot blonde nanny?

Head to Palm Springs.

That’s right, Palm Springs - most commonly known as the West Coast’s answer to Florida, a land where right-turn blinkers flash nonstop and the dinner rush starts about 3:30 p.m. You’ll find plenty of guys almost as old as our own Tim McDonald filling the fairways. I just golfed with the nicest 75-year-old.

What they don’t tell you about the Coachella Valley in any tourist book or travel show though is how now’s hot nanny season.

With well-off couples coming in for a little R&R from parts close and far, there are a fleet of nannies in tow. They’re young, usually European, almost always good looking and bored. While the parents spend their days living it up away from the kids, the nannies are lugging the little ones to the pool (Thank God for Europe’s virtually nonexistent bikini bottoms), taking them to lunch, etc …

They don’t have a car. They’re dying for a little adult conversation. And they’re usually super friendly.

I met one smoking Swedish blonde nanny at the Rancho Las Palmas Resort that could have passed for Elin’s half sister. I’m already happily attached though.

If you’re not, don’t sleep on Palm Springs and its nanny babes.

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