Oh my goodness, I don't even know where to start! Because we cheaper out, and didn't get a GPS, we took the long-way to Toarmina from Catania, and ended up at the wrong end of the city; in fact, we couldn't even figure out where we were, til 4 phone calls with Salvatore, Guissipina's gracious father. And I do mean gracious. That poor man listened to our nonexistent Italian, and tried to direct us out of the muddle, then came by, and lead us, in his car, to the apartment. Then he showed us around. THEN, he invited us for a drink that evening with him and his wife...I mean, really, I would have been ready to throw us out on our ears!
Before our drink, this lovely couple basically took us on a walking tour of Toarmina, showing us their favorite restaurants and little secrets. We were much calmer by then, anyway, having had a calming glass of the Etna wine they left for us.
I don't know who was responsible for the decorating and amenities in the flat, but it felt as though we were staying at the beach house of a friend. There were the expected towels (and slippers, if we wanted to go to the beach!), but I felt that need they could think of had been covered.
Come in hungry? Fruit in the fridge. And delicious mandrel cookies.
Come in thirsty? Wine, beer, water and milk...
Come in too late to buy groceries? We actually could have made a simple dinner of pasta and olive oil....
There was coffee waiting for us in the mooring, and there was even a little basket labeled "To sew", which I soon realized held needle and thread if we burst our buttons by eating too much pasta.
Lots of space, comfy bed, (you could squeeze six people in here, if two slept on couches...)
Did I mention a gorgeous, quiet location, steps from the main drag, with all the amenities?