Dear readers, hello there. Or, should I say, buongiorno / buon pomeriggio / buonasera, depending on when you find yourself reading this. I am delighted to cross paths with you here. My name is Christina (pardon the 'h': I'm Canadian) and I am pleased to meet you. Piacere di conoscerti (or conoscerLa, as the case may be). Since this is our first meeting, please allow me to tell you two important details about myself: 1. I have been vegan for 16 years; 2. I love cicoria and croissants—and I've even eaten them in the same meal. Perhaps the latter appears to be a non-sequitur in relation to the former, but they are, in fact, very closely related. Do you have a minute or two? I'd love to tell you why. And then, when I'm done telling you why, I can get you some information on where to get yourself some cicoria, a solid and delicious vegan option, in Rome! I'll save the story about croissants for later, though it's no less important. Aeons ago, in 2008, I, a young vegan of five years, embarked on a journey that took me and many other young adults of Laziale descent (that is, with descendants from the region of Lazio, where Rome is located) to Cassino, Italy, in the Ciociaria region. Every year, the Regione Lazio took a fortunate group of youth, selected from a pool of candidates from Canada, the United States, South Africa, and Australia, to a different city in the Region. When I found out I had been selected, I'd been to Europe just once prior, and on that trip, I'd had to make a number of sacrifices with regards to the vegan diet I followed—you know, in order to be able to eat. This time, however, I met cicoria. It was love at
Dear readers, hello there. Or, should I say, buongiorno / buon pomeriggio / buonasera, depending on when you find yourself reading this. I am delighted to cross paths with you here. My name is Christina (pardon the ‘h’: I’m Canadian) and I am pleased to meet you. Piacere di conoscerti (or conoscerLa, as the case may be). Since this
