Sandwiches are pretty much the bomb.com, they are portable, they satisfy hunger, and there are sooooo many options.  I probably indulge in 5 or 6 sandwiches a week, and all of them vary with my mood.  Sandwiches play have played a pivotal role in my life and existence, and it is really sad I am just now realizing this.  Never before have I ever considered, where does the term sandwich come from? Who invented the sandwich? 

Low and behold, the sandwich was an outcome of The Age of Enlightenment.  Where during the 18th Century Lord John Montague, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, Kent, England coined the idea by asking his servants to bring him meat between two slices of bread.  Although interesting, it is highly un-probably civilization never came up with this combination before.  But "it all lives in the name" which in fact leads one to believe the "sandwich" was some-sort of beach-going witchcraft and sorcery thing, not specifically food.  

Given the pedagogy of the "sandwich," I would say that a majority of sandwich goers are incognizant to its history and relationship to their daily ife.  When slapping on some peanut butter and jelly, does one wonder? Or think of anything aside from hunger?  Well I can say I have eaten my fair share of weird sandwiches, 1. being my friend's single father who made us Vienna Sausage sandwhiches when we were boating in Lake Gaston VA, and 2. my sweet nanny who often fixed my lunch including a Spaghetti Sandwich and a tomato both a fruit and vegetable.  And although these are nothing in the vast rhelm that is sandwiches, I wish one day to open a sandwich delivery company where you pay $20 for a sandwich, you do not get to pick the ingredients, however the premise of the business if it is delivered at anytime during the day.  Obviously this is a bit daunting on my part, the real objective is to giver the most personalized and accommodating service to the customer all-the-while probably out sourcing the entire shenanigans.  

I could barely sleep last night and my roommate thinks I've it.  Why?  I'm going on vacation! Meaning I will not have to work for the next four days, I will be special, and the world is pregnant with possibility! What will I do; sail, swim, ski, hike, eat, drink, read, relax, sleep-in... over ambition looks like long runs, extensive hikes, camping, volunteering, reading 10 books, winning a volleyball tournament or fishing contest, bonding with everyone at the resort/hotel etc. 

When I imagine myself on vacation, I'm Mariah Carey from her Honey music video, minus the mafia nonsense.  Summer vacation is just about the best think in the entire world! Even as a child I was enamored with summer vacation, School's out for Summer, stay up late, sleep in, get in trouble, do it all over again. Why are vacations so important? Do they keep us from killing each other?

Obviously vacations are a form of luxury and complaining about them is the the essence of "first world problems."  It always amazes me, that in this sacred and brief time dedicated to vacationing, how weird and crazy things can get...examples being Disney World or Cruise Ships or say a GIANT MUSIC FESTIVAL. John Hugh's nails this dynamic between utopia and purgatory in his The National Lampoon's Vacation movies, where he exemplifies the great dynamics of a vacation.  Like you, I myself have had quite the adventures in vacationing, where now (just before leaving to go to the lake) I can only think of the good, but I know all too well the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.  How could I have ever imagined.....

• Getting chicken pox in Nags Head NC during my families 18984 vacation? 
• Puking on my cousin after being stuffed with fast food and being shoved onto a Ferris Wheel in Cincinnati OH?
• My friends older brother getting Silly Putty stuck in his eye just before driving to White Lake, NC? Or then later, finding a pot-belly pig in the middle of the lake?
• With this same family eating Vienna sausage sandwiches while boating.
• How as a sophomore in college, I would happen to miss my flight leaving Amsterdam Netherlands by 24+ hours and have no idea before walking up to the ticket counter?
• Skipping out on a gigantic bar tab in Old San Juan Puerto Rico, and literally having people chasing after us?
• Having a travel companion morph into Quasimoto going from having a cold to having a sty and twisted ankle while in Capri Italy? Then finding a lost friend by the sound of his roller luggage along the cobble stone streets in Venice Italy?
• Or how in Roatan Honduras our taxi driver thought he needed a belt changed on his van, but low-and-behold it was a dead cat caught in his car's engine?
• How could I have ever imagined American Airlines would loose my luggage in going-to and returning-from Brazil? And I would have to buy the smallest most ridiculous leopard print Brazilian bathing suit in Rio Brazil? Or how I would slip while dancing and severely bruise my thumb, chin, and knee in Sau Paulo Brazil?
• Or how after having a spectacular lunch on the beach in gorgeous Talum Mexico the poor beach cabana would catch on fire and burn just as they were setting up for a wedding that night?
• Or how my friends and I almost died by a pack of goats in Glacier National Park MT? 
• Or how I flew to Colombia without knowing Spanish, not knowing who was picking me up at the airport, and how/where I would meet my friends?