So, what do I have in common with chicory? We both possess a simple beautyπΈ We are both good for healthππ¦ We are free-spirited. If you pick a chicory flower, it wilts immediately β we are to be admired, not possessed. And we are passionate π travelers. Chicory always grows by the roadside, and I suffer without roads, without traveling. I need a change of scenery to feel aliveπ