While walking on a street behind Campo de Fiori, loud laughter's made my attention turn to Il Vinaietto, one of central Rome's oldest wine bars. I was immediately welcomed, and to my surprise I was offered a glass of wine. I did not even have the time to introduce myself, and at once the place and the people within it felt familiar, almost as if I knew all of them. The air was welcoming, there were people of all different ages and backgrounds, and what brought them together was the passion for a good glass of wine and honest company. That was truly the feeling I had while inside. I was a stranger amongst friends, but it did not feel that way, it felt the opposite. They showed me around the pub and showed me a few of their favorite wines, telling me about the thickness, the flavor, the sweetness or the alcohol level. I felt they shared a passion of the past, as they told me how the Romans and Greeks would drink wine and discuss philosophy and politics and psychology together. While leaving I was asked to swap phone numbers so as to meet again and enjoy another a glass of wine, and I gladly exchanged my number. Knowing the rarity of finding a place with such friendliness and warmth, I smiled to myself, because I had found such a place.