Some afternoons, I sit on the steps of San Lorenzo, with a book in one hand and a gelato on the other. In front of me, a Great Dane quietly sits next to it’s owner, while some kids toss a soccer ball back and forth to my right. I see one of my classmates from afar, taking a stroll with an Italian boy she had told me about. I think his name was Niccolo. Anyway, I’ve never seen her smile so big. It’s a sunny day in Perugia but the cool breeze alleviates the stings of heat on my skin. It’s these little things, le piccole cose, that make up most of the in between. I’m not complaining.