Before the Euro, before smartphones, before Amanda Knox, Kevin headed to Florence to study abroad armed only with a skateboard and a poor grasp of the Italian language. What follows is a deadpan comedy about culture shock, family baggage, and growing up by accident in a foreign country.

Kevin’s roommate is annoying, the city is confusing, and he’s not entirely sure why he’s there—other than to get away from home. There are weird Germans, sorority girls, a three-wheeled Ape, Hare Krishnas, Buddhists, and a slow-burning crush on his dad’s girlfriend’s daughter. He fumbles through Italian class, group tours, and long afternoons wandering streets with names he can’t pronounce. And perhaps dropping acid in the Vatican wasn’t the smartest move?

The third installment of a loose trilogy, Firenze is like Mountain View meets Kato meets An Idiot Abroad. Or a snarky Before Sunrise. For anyone who ever visited Europe with nothing but a Eurail pass and a dogeared copy of Let’s Go, this one’s for you.