While we were waiting to enter, people around us were drinking something warm.  Steve and were looking about to determine what it was.  I thought espresso, he guessed mulled wine.  Moments later, the gentleman behind us, with whom we had not interacted, walked up with a wine for Steve.  So not only was he right, he got a cup of delicious warmth too.

We have been embraced numerous times with the kindness of Italians, since arriving in Italy.  I'm feeling such warmth and it's not the mulled wine!