My family and I just returned from the most fabulous trip. This was a two and a half week excursion through Switzerland and France, with a quick dash through Italy, to reconnect with and meet extended family and attend a family reunion.
It was fantastic!
We stayed only two or three nights in each place we visited, moving along like gypsies. But this gave us the opportunity to visit several different branches of the family in such a short amount of time.
Many of the family we visited were not able to attend the reunion we were headed for. This made our time with them all the more precious.
We loved every minute of it. Every. minute.
We learned a word of German, a bit of Italian, and definitely some French. It was quite interesting to see how English, Italian, French, and some Spanish came together to create conversations!
Before leaving on the trip, I warned my cousins that I needed to be gluten free. This message was passed around and everyone was ready for me! They went out of their way to be sure I had bread and pasta I could eat.
And let me tell you, I so very much appreciated it!
I ate safely. Period.
But only a few days into our French experience, I was prompted, or encouraged, or gently nagged, to try some wheat.
Try some wheat?!! Yes, try some.
Why? You might ask. Go ahead. Ask.