…whatever that is.
Being on vacation is a little like lying to yourself. You create a new routine, a new way of life, if only for a few days. Those few days, however, seem like how it should always be. No alarm clock to worry about setting, forgetting, not hearing. No concern over setting out clothes for the next day, as if I actually do that normally. Drinking an extra beer seems almost necessary, to highlight the distinction between normal and vacation; that might just be the Carlini in my blood, however. People say that staying at home, which can be a vacation all in itself, would get boring after a while. I think those people are lying to themselves to feel better about how terribly mundane their everyday lives actually are. Everyone is a liar.