I don't think my subconscious has figured out that I'm not on vacation here. See, when I'm on vacation (or "holiday", if you will) in a foreign country, two things happen: the first thing that happens is that I don't feel like I'm actually spending any money when I use cash, because foreign currency pretty much just looks like Monopoly money to me. (Spoiler alert: I am terrible at Monopoly.) The other thing that happens is that I revert to Vacation Eating. (Vacation Eating = eating whatever I want whenever I want it, because it's my vacation and I do what I want. Shut up.)
The thing where the money seems like Monopoly money lasted until the first time I desperately wanted Starbucks, and I realized that the £2 coin I'd been saving because it was shiny and looked cool was actually REAL MONEY and would buy me almost a whole chai latte. However, there is clearly some part of me that still thinks I'm on vacation, because the Vacation Eating is in full swing, and I'm starting to feel like it might be just a bit unhealthy. This is not a vacation! This is real life, and I live here now. So I need to stop eating like an idiot and start eating like a real person, because I am dangerously close to having to buy new jeans. Ain't nobody got time for that.
