Our friends know that, on our travels, we often love to find remote spots. There's some more authentic-feeling about a spot where there aren't many tourists and where, for better or for worse, we've got to find our way in a small community where we stand out and don't know the culture.
This trip, Sicily was that. We stayed in a tiny resort area on the southwestern tip called Granitola; but it was October, well into off-season, and we were the only out-of-towners. We were also, pretty much, the only English-speakers, which made our few trips into town very interesting. Granitola was actually closer to Tunis in northern Africa than it was to mainland Italy; and I really cherished the chance we had to see some African influences in the town where we stayed and outlying areas--beautiful, bold colors, impressive tile work, and endless fresh markets.
We visited some of the villages surrounding us, and we also made a day trip to Palermo; but for the most part, we enjoyed our incredible Airbnb, and the fact that we had the beach pretty to ourselves every afternoon after school. It was a slow, peaceful two and a half weeks for us, a respite we needed after the whirlwind last couple of weeks we had in France.