The Phoencian Breakfast

We all deserve to be spoiled but rarely do we allow it. Heather and I took the plunge by ordering breakfast in our room.  We could think of no better way to start our day than staying in our pjs, having food brought to us and hanging out on our balcony overlooking the pool.

I have worked on location and stayed in enough hotels to have granted myself this treat before but wasn't prepare me for the service that the Phoenician staff bestowed upon us.  I indicated to the gentleman who brought our breakfast that we were going to eat on the veranda.  Instead of plopping our room service trays on the outdoor table he went to work completely setting the table and even brought a toaster so my english muffin would be freshly toasted.   We settled down to our breakfast spread and before leaving he presented us with the local paper. 

We basked in our self-indulgence, enjoying the silence of demands, watching the day unfold before us without worry.

We dallied so long that we were late for our spa appointments.

And while we were gone.  They came and cleaned up after us.

(sigh)