We’re going on vacation. Away. From. Home.
oh my god
I used to love to travel. Up early, on an airplane, air-sickness, exitedly stepping into an unfamiliar air terminal, on the way to an unfamiliar hotel, can’t-wait-to-get-to-the-hotel-room-to-pull-out-the-swimsuit-and-hit-the-beach travel! Unfamiliar skylines, where is the shopping, what does the guidebook say about restaurants? Ummm, love the smell of the ocean, where should we eat today? Where do the locals suggest for lunch? Oh, look at the beautiful sunset, should we stop over there for ice cream?
Yes, my vacations, once upon a time, were all about food. I was all about trying local dishes, going to out of the way restaurants, and refusing to eat in any chain that was available at home.
Things have changed. I’m absolutely terrified of eating away from home now.
It’s not just about gluten. I mean, gluten is bad enough. Gluten is invisible, and it’s everywhere. If I accidentally ingest gluten, the next 3 days of my life are gone.
But these days, it’s also about the other food intolerances. Basically I’m down to steak, pork, dairy, plain seafood, and squash. And hope it didn’t get cross-contaminated somewhere between the kitchen and my digestive tract…
We’ve taken a couple of trips since I went gluten free, and they were difficult, stressful, and exhausting. I tend to end up going hungry a lot. I want to figure out how to travel again, though, because I miss my old life and my old joys. I have friends in exotic locales that I want to visit. I want to feel normal again!
It’s enough to make me say “Fuck it!” and just pack all my own food. And I’m okay with that, but David isn’t. Ahh, marriage! David wants to eat out. Preferably every meal, but if he can’t get me to agree to that, then he wants at least one meal a day to be cooked by someone other than me (or him). And I respect that. After all, it’s his vacation too, and he want to relax and enjoy the local tastes. But I can’t help feeling like I’m playing Russian Roullette every time I eat in a restaurant.
So what’s a paranoid food wimp to do?
Um, I don’t know yet. I’m still working on my plan.
So far, I know this: We’re driving to our destination in the Keys. We’ve booked a room with a kitchen. I’m bringing lots of food and my own pots, knives, cutting boards and cooking utensils. I’ve already determined the location of the closest grocery store. There will be picnics. I’m scouring the www for info on restaurants, to determine the most promising candidates, which I will call, and further determine if they will be helpful or not. My Triumph Dining Cards are packed and ready to go. I’m also checking out other gluten-free themed blogs for any tips on gluten-free travel.
Wish me luck!