By the time we arrived, it was almost evening, but the air was still hot, and I gratefully hopped onto a golf cart to get to my assigned three-bedroom ocean-view pool villa. I found a "butler," a lovely, smiling Vietnamese lady, waiting at the entrance to receive me. I wasn't sure what her duties were, but over the next few days, I was thankful for the mangoes and dragonfruit she cut into neat little pieces for me, the clothes she returned from the laundry in a wicker basket, and the in-villa meal she laid out with finesse when I was too tired to venture out. Of course, her lovely "turn-down" rituals of drawing the blinds, plumping up my bed, tidying my disarray, and lighting the candles that cast a soothing glow over my temporary home were what I looked forward to after a long day.