For the past four years, Mrs. Dude and I have been blessed to be able to travel with the same crew for a December vacation. It’s been nothing but pure awesomeness.
Last year, we ventured to a villa called Baraka Point. When you find a villa that can’t be topped, with a staff that cannot be more cool, with a chef who can keep me safe for 7 days, well…once you find heaven, you just stop looking for something better.
And that’s what Baraka Point is. Absolute heaven.
From a celiac’s perspective, dealing with only one crew the entire week to meet my needs sure as hell beats dealing with a different restaurant every night, giving my spiel, and then just praying to the gluten-free gods. I came out of the week completely unscathed.
From a stressed-out person’s perspective, it was just what the doctor ordered. Seven days of fun, sun, kayaking, snorkeling, hiking, eating, drinking and laughing. Sounds quite medicinal, doesn’t it?
As I do each year, let’s take a look back at my week in paradise.
My vacation ended on quite a humorous note. It’s a pretty long travel day, so I packed some leftover gluten-free pizza in my carry-on. I figured I’d either eat it in the airport or on the plane. But I never made it through customs. Yep…they confiscated my pizza. I forgot you cannot import meat into the country from St. Thomas and my pizza had ham on it. Thankfully…I packed other food…and avoided the $300 fine. Phew!