Proof that celiac-literate (celiaciterate?) people can be found in towns of any size. In a former life I lived in Colorado, and two times a week would enjoy the art that is a Merle’s Brown Bag sandwich. When I went to visit some friends in Telluride last week, I didn’t want to walk anywhere near this favorite pre-celiac lunch spot of mine.

However, as often happens in a small town, I ran into the owner, Shawn, while walking around town. I sadly asked her if she offered salads. Knowing my regular order, she gave me a curious look and said, “Yeah sure, but…”

I finished her thought with a shrug, “I’m gluten-free now.”

Before my shrug could drop, she replied, “Ah, celiac or gluten intolerance?” I took a second to compose a smile. She proceeded to offer in-stock gluten-free breads, tips on shopping and eating gluten-free, and even denied me the mustard I ordered because she couldn’t guarantee its gluten-free status. All this without prompting. As a result I went back three more times in the four days I was there.

I am repeatedly surprised by the pockets of gluten-free knowledge in my travels, and walked away with a renewed confidence in my ability to live gluten-free no matter where I find myself. Moral of the story; no harm in asking for help. You might be surprised at people’s knowledge and willingness to accommodate.