Cefalu is one of Sicily’s most famous seaside towns. Holidaymakers from every corner of the world migrate here each summer for the lovely port, great beaches and perfect little side streets and piazzas. Spending a morning in the central square below the church, drinking one cappuccino after another and eating pistachio-cream-filled croissants, is an experience to relish. Of course, then you have to go for a hike or a swim to work off the calories, and the ones from your Italian dinner the night before.
We stayed at Bed and Breakfast Casanova. It wasn’t the cheapest, but it’s all about location. Its location is perfect. The owner was also one of the coolest and most helpful guys we met on our trip. Word of warning: if you are traveling with a rental car, you cannot drive into Cefalu. You’ll have to park your car well outside the town and walk to your hotel. The owner of our place came with a scooter and picked us up.
“First of all, let’s get one thing straight. Your Italy and our Italia are not the same thing. Italy is a soft drug peddled in predictable packages, such as hills in the sunset, olive groves, lemon trees, white wine, and raven-haired girls. Italia, on the other hand, is a maze. It’s alluring, but complicated. It’s the kind of place that can have you fuming and then purring in the space of a hundred meters, or in the course of ten minutes. Italy is the only workshop in the world that can turn out both Botticellis and Berlusconis.”
— Beppe Severgnini (La Bella Figura: A Field Guide to the Italian Mind) 
“I hate and detest Sicily in so far as I love it, and in so far as it does not respond to the kind of love I would like to have for it.”
― Leonardo Sciascia
“Italian cities have long been held up as ideals, not least by New Yorkers and Londoners enthralled by the ways their architecture gives beauty and meaning to everyday acts.”
— Rebecca Solnit (Wanderlust: A History of Walking) 
by P-Lo
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