There are a handful of sounds that immediately transport me back to my first trip to Italy. The crescendoing clang of a railroad crossing bell, reminding me of countless nights spent chugging through every last kilometer of my student rail pass.

The buzzing of Vespa scooters punctuated by ringing church bells that captures the heady juxtaposition of the modern and ancient that is Rome. And, of course, the “FOOMP FOOMP click click buzz gurgle clink” that any Italian—or anyone who has spent time in Italy—immediately recognizes as the sound of a caffè espresso coming to life.