That Time I Got Lost In Italy.

I’m not much of a traveler.  I’m too anal for that level of “fly by the seat of your pants” flexibility.  I like to plan every millimeter of my life, so endless days of required absence from structure is a little unnerving for me–particularly if I’m in a country that doesn’t speak the same language as me, doesn’t have all the foods I’m used to, and has questionable commitment to personal hygiene facilities (i.e., bathrooms).

But, over the past decade or so, I’ve learned to accommodate my planning obsession while letting myself loosen up for travel.  Last year, I took my first ever trip to Europe (chronicled here) and fell deeply in love with Rome–particularly Trastevere.  I loved stepping out of our little flat and breathing in the yeast wafting from the bakery just next door, or falling asleep to the crooning voices of carousers every night.

Going to Rome this year as a vegan, though, was a little intimidating.  I had no idea what to expect from a country that views almond butter with mistrust and doesn’t really understand the purpose of kale.  But, Rome did not disappoint.  Cheeseless pizza on every menu and plenty of egg-free pasta to make this carb lover quite happy.

AND dairy free gelato at every single fucking corner!!!

Here are some photos from my trip!!