This seems to be the summer of eating trials. Tomorrow hubby and I are leaving on another trip. This is the one we have been waiting a long time for. We’re going on a motorcycle tour of the Alps. We haven’t been to Europe for about 25 years, when he was in the military. I wonder if it’s the same as I left it or really different.

Of course my tummy has been in knots for days. There is so much to prepare for here so that the business can get by without us for the ten days we’ll be gone. I’ve been checking the weather reports for where we will be touring. It was looking like all rain for awhile, but things are improving. We’re, of course hoping for warm and sunny weather, but we’ve packed all our rain gear just in case.

I’m afraid I’ll be somewhat at the mercy of the food gods as to what I’ll be eating. I know I’m going to be tempted by all sorts of things. But, I think I learned a lesson from my trip to South Carolina that my gut doesn’t absorb foods that it’s not used to eating any more. (Hmmm, could I be getting older, too?? That’s another blog). I hope I can find a happy medium. There’s nothing like suffering on the back of a motorcycle!

Anyway, it will be an adventure both riding and eating.