Imagine waking to a gentle winter sun warming your bed, and then walking fifty paces to a neighborhood café where the barista already knows what you’re going to order as you walk in the door. Afterwards, you spend a good portion of your day people watching and studying behavior in an open piazza. You shop at the neighborhood grocer for meats and breads but save the fresh produce and cheese purchases for the open-air market. And finally, in the middle of the night when cravings for sweets strike, you find a bakery selling its next day’s goods hot and fresh from their back door. I experienced these moments and more during my six-month habitation in Florence, Italy.