His name is Roberto. Sometimes Mauricio. Or Erick. But mostly, it is Roberto. And I love him.
I write this pool- and sea-side from the most spectacular, luxurious resort I've ever been, using the iPad lent to me, following the foot massage with cooling eyepad from my lounge chair. My umbrella is adjusted automatically, my legs and neck propped with cushions and one employee followed me as I stepped out of the pool, in order to wrap me in a towel.
But back to Roberto. He is our butler here. Yes, butler, here to acccomodate my every wish and whim. He set up balloons and cake in our room before we arrived. He brings fruit and snacks. Tequila too. He knows what we want even before we want it. Even though we share him with about ten other rooms, he is always there for us. He is outside in the morning and still when we retire at night. He told us he missed us on his day off. We certainly missed him too.
And so, I love Roberto. I think husband loves him too.
