I made it to Barbados alive. After one connection, a packed flight and an incredible flight attendant from Air Canada, my vacation is off to a good start.
When I arrived I wad reminded of how thankful I am that I had done some research prior to stepping on that plane. I was tired and hungry after a six hour flight and instead of taking a risk and eating somewhere I wasn't sure of, I remembered the safe restaurants and stores I had mapped out. I also was blessed to have my mother arrive here before me and make food.
But today I found out one of the places I had deemed safe wasn't at all. A little lunch hut I used to frequent has been taken under new management and does not have the same safety standards the old owners have, in fact they allow their server to much on trailmix while serving people. Now this has been one of my favorite spots for a long time, I had been counting the minutes till I was able to bite into a delicious chicken platter, but it is not worth the risk. I found myself thinking maybe it would be alright if I just told them or something, but I remembered how smallt he kitchen area was and I had to take a step back and think of the consequences. I may be on vacation, but my food allergies are not.