My Very Own Pool Boy

It’s what I’ve always wanted…my very own pool boy.

And he’s kinda cute!  My definition of “pool boy” = he who runs errands and does favors for me….ideally, like bring me fruity drinks.  In this situation we used him a a pack mule.  The place we stayed was  little walk from the pool, so after the first time of schlepping all manner of stuff to the pool, we enlisted our “pool boy” and a bike with a basket, loaded all our goodies, (towels, books, goggles, water bottles, sunblock, etc…) into his handy little basket and then proceeded to skip, unencumbered to the pool.  Besides being useful, he is super entertaining…a bonus in a pool boy for sure.

We are truly pool people (well, at least I am and I force it on my children….ohhh, the tortures they endure.)  This was the ultimate pool in that we had it to ourselves most of the time.  Though we did meet one super fabulous, almost 90 year old woman who taught us some tricks from her days in the aqua-cade (like synchronized swimming) and some jokes (both clean and dirty) and told us about her “71 and counting” grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  My girls were awed and completely speechless in her presence.

Enjoy the pool!  Tomorrow…boat day!