Rossy likes to pronounce her name like “Rosie” as it would sound in English. She’s originally from the Dominican Republic, but lives in Aruba and works at a Dunkin Donuts shop. Here she is.
I’m looking a bit bedraggled after writing from the wee hours into the dawn. (Been working on the sequel to An Island Away at a furious pace.) I stopped by Rossy’s shop for a box of donuts to take to my friends who live in San Nicolaas. We hang out in the morning, usually between 6:30 and 8:00 when the breeze is fresh and the sun isn’t blazing.
Anyway, Rossy always has a smile for us. She’s also taught me a good bit of Spanish. Her good cheer is contagious and even if things aren’t going right, Rossy can put you in the right mood simply by telling you not to worry about whatever is bothering you.
So, let me say “thanks” to Rossy. You make the early mornings sweet.
The Bent Page 
Gotta admit, you got me thinking: I think that it would be great to have a daily job at a donut place, after which I could go to a beach with a book about the history of the former East Germany, drink non-alcoholic coctail, while my apartment mortgage here [Czech Republic] would be repaid from the rent of the tenants… It would be a nice change of pace… but like you say, most people’s wishes about the life in paradise are “unqualified”. But as a person who has experience working abroad full-time, I WOULD have a plan… :)) If Rossy can do it, I can do it :))