So I finally succumbed. I became one of "those" travelers. While in a country with amazing food on ever corner and several places in-between, I caved to the lure of Subway.
On the few occasions that Ben and I get to leave the country, we make it a practice to eat local food as much as possible. "I'm not going to eat at McDonald's! I can do that any other time I want." We would say. But still I stood in that Subway line feeling very guilty and like the stereotypical American tourist.
To his credit, Ben did not judge me out loud, but I must note he did not partake in any of the foot-long that I ordered. Instead he wandered around for some more interesting street food, like we had been eating in Nanning.
I claimed that I would share with Veronica. I convinced myself it would be a fun new cultural experience for her. But, somehow, she ended up in the hotel play area with Ben while I scarfed that whole thing down by myself. And I washed it down with Diet Coke. Then, the glorious finale - smuggled in Skittles for dessert. I felt guilt, but oh so much joy, too. Bad, bad tourist.
Don't worry. I fed my little girl with some of the food we already had in our room.
I promise to happily get back on the Chinese Food wagon for the next meal.