As we shovel out from a foot of good-old Northeastern snow (ok…to be fair…I should say “as I watch Mrs. Dude shovel…”), it seems the perfect time to post pictures of my gluten-free vacation from last month.
This is the third year in a row we’ve gone with the same group of friends.
Each year, we rent a house with a chef, I communicate with him/her ahead of time and it gives me such peace of mind.
No giving the same speech to a different restaurant each night; no worries about what I can eat. Small adjustments to each meal and my health needs are taken care of.
Enjoy as we look back at a week of gluten-free paradise.
And just remember…3 months til Spring.
This is Belle Etoile, located in the beautiful island of St. Martin.
And this is Mrs. Dude and I with the amazing team who took care of us all week.
JP was the man in charge, cooked us breakfast and lunch, and kept us laughing the entire week.
Jean-Louis brought his culinary skills at dinner time.
Each day began with fresh fruit.
And 85 cups of coffee.
Calories in…calories out.
And lordie…were there a lot of calories in.
Each dinner was followed by a sinful (gluten-free) dessert, which of course was followed by my stomach killing me.
Ahhh…that’ll help ease the pain.
Yes…I enjoyed my gluten-free beer.
Almost as much as taking pictures of my gluten-free beer.
There were quiet moments of gratitude.
And there were sunsets to breathe in.
But mostly, it was eating.
Lots and lots of fun.
I am beyond grateful for the opportunity to have a week like this.
And I sincerely hope we can do it again next year.