Cefalú was our first real beach stop, and I have to say, it left me kinda speechless (and with a foot full of poo, but that’s a whole ‘nuther story…) We checked into our hotel, threw our bags down, our suits on, and double-timed it down to the water. I’d never been on a beach quite like it. It was like the quintessential Italian Riviera beach—chairs lined up perfectly on white sand with colorful umbrellas—nestled in against homes & restaurants that were practically carved into the cliffside. We rented chairs and umbrellas the first day for a mere 20Euro (abeit they were in the back row, but who the heck cares at a place like that!), snagged two ice cold white wines (Grillo had become our fan favorite), and breathed in the salty air while breathing our sighs of contentment. This was Sicily.