My journey started in Boston on July 1st. Upon boarding my plane, the butterflies started to flutter. It was starting to almost feel real. I knew I got myself to this point, but how it all happened so quickly was still a mystery to me. It was a very long flight to Rome- very long and hungry. I knew I wasn't going to be eating any of the airplane food and with good reason. When I saw what they served for dinner and breakfast on the plane, my hunger began to dull and morphed into nausea. I don't know how people could eat that food and actually look like they were enjoying it. You can't even call it food, really. I sat there feeling queazy with my banana chips, almonds, sunflower & pumpkin seeds, and homemade GF cinnamon crackers while everyone else ate fake food. I had packed a baggie of backup snacks for each day to stabilize my blood sugar, but couldn't bring myself to even look at the snacks I ate on the plane during my trip. As it turned out, it wouldn't be necessary anyway. I would dine without shame for the next 12 days.
We spent the afternoon walking around in Milan taking in the sights and anxiously awaiting our arrival to the hotel. I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours and I was on the verge of eating the pavement, truly. We finally settled in at an outdoor cafe, where I was sure to find some gluten free food. Just kidding. Remember that time I said that, "all food establishments in Italy are required to serve gluten free foods?" Well, that doesn't mean that they all serve gluten free pastas, breads, etc. My research had deceived me and the bowl of real-life bread on the table was turning me on. My motto for this trip from that point on was, "fuck it- I'm in Italy." Yes, I dove into that basket of bread and enjoyed every sinful second of it. I ordered a caprese salad with buffalo mozzarella and I nearly ascended straight into Heaven right then and there.
As you can see from the photos below, I have no shame. Click on each for a large view of this spectacle.