Meet Your Guide to Travel, Terror & Tiny Gluten-Free Victories

Hi, I'm Michelle, and I travel with a backpack full of medical supplies and sarcasm.

So here’s the deal: Technically I’m not allergic to gluten. I have the autoimmune disease, Celiac Disease, so my reactions to gluten are like I am vengefully allergic. Like, “my immune system reacts to bread like it’s been personally wronged” allergic. Add in a few bonus allergies, a dash of chronic illness, and a sprinkle of mental health issues, and I’m basically a walking TSA violation wrapped in compression socks.

Look at this SWEET goat! And I don't mean me. I'm the spicy one with a hint of chaos that's on the left.

Traveling like this isn’t exactly glamorous. I’m not out here sipping rosé under the Eiffel Tower in a sundress—unless the rosé is lab-tested and the Eiffel Tower has oxygen tanks on standby and a gluten-free cafe nearby. Then maybe.

Some people travel for the culture. Others for the food. I travel to prove to myself (and my doctors) that my multiple diagnoses don't get to have the final say on how I live my life.

I didn’t choose this medically “interesting” life. But here we are. I’ve cried over restaurant menus, made enemies with airline snack carts, and carried more medical documentation than the average customs agent sees in a month. And still—I go.

Why? Because even if my body throws a tantrum over a breadcrumb, my soul thrives in new places. I’m tired of scrolling past “Top 10 Street Foods in Bangkok” knowing I’d probably die halfway through #1.

Spoiler: I'm NOT in it for the airplane food.

So, instead of silently panicking in every airport, I’ve figured out how to travel smart, safe, and just barely holding it together—and I’m here to help you do the same. Because people like us deserve epic adventures, too. I’m building this blog—a resource, a rant station, and a lifeline for fellow travelers with allergies, chronic conditions, or disabilities.

I’m not selling the fantasy. I’m offering the reality, wrapped in a hypoallergenic, slightly sarcastic, and mostly hopeful package. Let’s explore, survive, and maybe even thrive—one suspicious ingredient list at a time. You in?