You are looking at the corner of a PDF where the “Standard” and “Plus” meal plan options are listed in a table that refuses to stay in focus. On the left side of your kitchen table sits a cold cup of tea and a notebook where you have scrawled “€340?” next to a word that looks like “supplements.”

On the right side of the screen is a list of restaurants you have never visited, offering menus you cannot see, in a language that uses credits as its primary syntax. You are currently engaged in a process of translation that is designed to fail.

The holiday meal plan is an instrument of cognitive exhaustion rather than a mechanism for financial savings. For, if the plan were truly a method for the consumer to retain wealth, its value would be expressed in the same units as the cost of the individual meals.

Since the hospitality industry relies on the extraction of “ancillary revenue”-a term for the money you spend after you thought you were done spending-it must create a layer of abstraction between the act of payment and the act of consumption. This abstraction is achieved through the creation of

You are standing in your bedroom in Porto or Lisbon, surrounded by the organized chaos of three open suitcases and a level of optimism that, in a few days, will look like a clinical symptom. You have the floral shirts. You have the expensive sunscreen that smells like coconut and false promises. You have even bought a new pair of sunglasses because the ones you used last year in the Algarve don’t quite match the “vibe” of the North African coast you’ve seen in the high-resolution galleries. You think you are buying a climate, but the structural reality of the global travel industry is that you have only bought a ticket.

There is a specific weight to a swimsuit when it is dry and packed in a suitcase, and a very different weight when it is damp, sitting at the bottom of a bag because you only wore it once for a brave, three-minute dash into a heated pool while the Atlantic wind howled outside. You are convinced you did the research. You checked the prices. You compared the all-inclusive packages. You looked at the photos of the infinity pool where the water seems to merge seamlessly with a turquoise horizon. But you probably didn’t check the wind speed in Djerba in late January, and more importantly, nobody in the process of selling you that trip was ever going to bring it