Day 32: Appreciate the housekeeper

I met the housekeeper for the hotel for our floor. Her name was Maria. I've never been around when the housekeepers come clean the rooms, but this time I was. I felt so guilty our room was a mess, I cleaned along with her and chatted her ear off. Towards the end of her cleaning, my futile attempt to help, and her trying to get me to stop cleaning with gestures, smiles and shooing, I realized she didn't speak a lot of English.

Our room has been immaculate every single day. And our things neatly placed and with extra care.

I got her a box of chocolate and I'm going to attempt to write her a thank you note in Spanish tonight :)