Spoiled by jolly stateroom attendant

My wife left her towels on the bathroom floor this morning.

Sherri doesn't do that normally.

It was a gag.

Our honeymoon cruise was officially over.

Every day last week, Monday through Saturday, we'd leave our damp towels on the floor of our stateroom's bathroom aboard Royal Caribbean's luxurious Freedom of the Seas.

And when we returned, fresh towels were stacked and hanging for us.

It was one of the cool things we enjoyed on our trip through some of the eastern Caribbean, visiting islands like St. Thomas and St. Martin. Or is that St. Maarten?

I'd never done a cruise before and everyone I spoke to before the honeymoon said I would absolutely love it.

They were right.

The entertainment, the scenery, the sunshine, you name it.

Oh, yeah. The food.

Got five extra pounds to prove it.

The service was terrific, too. Always with a smile.

That went especially for our stateroom attendant, a jolly Venezuelan named Al, who looked after us.

And our towels.

When Sherri got home from work, her towels were right where she left them this morning.

We miss Al.