Having suffered through the low-rent environs of Agrigento, a moderately ratty (i.e., economically hurting, mafia-influenced) city on the west coast of Sicily that tourists visit in order to bask in the Valley of the Temples, Jett and I wanted only to escape and chill out at some cute little beach town. We decided upon Cefalu, a cozy medieval village with a nice mix of sensual comforts and real-life textures. It’s sublime here — sparkling blue sea, bars on the beach, pretty girls — and the hotel has superb wifi.
