January 23, 2016. Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. Robbie.

Every morning I awake to the smell of cooking bacon.   Nothing smells better.  Then I get up and come into the kitchen to find a full pot of coffee.  A large bowl of cut up fresh fruit has been placed on the dining table and the table has been set.   The eggs are being scrambled and cooked and finally the toast will be made.  Once again, Robbie has cooked us all breakfast.

Robbie and Joyce have stayed with us for a week.  We knew we would enjoy their company but we did not expect him to prepare a full breakfast every day for us.   I told him that it was not necessary but he said that he always prepares a full breakfast at home for Joyce and he would do the same for us.  And he did.

Robbie wakes up earlier than we do.  By 6:30 he has started the breakfast preparations.  By 8:00 we amble into the kitchen and he cooks the eggs.  We eat a full breakfast on Sunday but I had forgotten about the pleasure of a proper old fashioned breakfast every day.  We loved every minute of our breakfasts prepared by Robbie.  But now Joyce and Robbie have gone home to Texas so we will revert to our old habit of cereal and fruit or toast and fruit.   But I will miss the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen when I awake.