The description warns you, the way up to the house is long and exhausting, even if you are young and fit. You can go down to the sea during the day, but you learn to wait until 5 pm, when the sun moves behind the mountain, before going up home. After some sweaty 20
minutes of walk (or 328 steps, if we counted right) you arrive to the most beautiful terrace I’ve ever seen in my life. The horizon is so wide your eyes can’t even catch its ends on the sides. In the evening it turns from light blue, to pink, to purple, while you stare at the other 5 islands, which look like ancient dormant creatures.
The house is old and raw, like it should be in a place like this. I grew up in the Tuscan countryside and I’m used to live with geckos and insects (their interaction is quite entertaining!). I grew up knowing how precious water is in the summer and to make good use of it, saving it and reusing it when possible.
The kitchen is simple, but had all we needed. The gelatiera was a beautiful surprise. We picked lemons and berries and made our own sorbets. Peppino at the port provided the fish.
The beds are great and the fans add a nice breeze during the night. When you wake up you look out the window and you see Sicily at the end of the sea, but in fact you really feel at end of the world.