On the second day of Trapani, we rested. And hung out by the pool. And did very little except “vacation”.
Of course, every day begins with cookies and [real Italian] coffee in “the yacht club”.
You want salt? Real sea salt? Real, pink, Sicilian sea salt?
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You’ve got it!
A cool interlude, watching the hydrofoil ferries zip across the bay.
Dinner at Cuadro 44, a Spanish Tapas restaurant aboard ship. Quite honestly not amazing, though the setting (and company) were unbeatable.
How did I get here 