Taormina

Okay, so it’s even more beautiful than I remember. Perfection has a place. We may not leave the hotel. Ever.

We arrived like royalty. Everyone in the hotel addressed us by our name. Our bags were whisked away, a fresh sparkling juice was presented, and we were taken to a cloister to await our room (we were early).

When our upgraded oceanfront suite was ready, we were brought through this gorgeously restored 17th century palazzo into our suite with a lovely gift from our children. I immediately burst into tears from the beautiful emotion of it all.

Unpack, bathing suit on and head to the pool. Gorgeousness.

And then 2 guys from New York started a very loud conversation with us and the spell was broken. Everyone was speaking English, American English. No one is even trying to speak Italian. Okay, get a hold of yourself. Brad had a much needed full conversation with two men about the securities industries. He was delighted to say more than please and thank you. They were nice (loud) men.

Then there was the whole hip group of tech millionaires in several cabanas wearing comfortable clothes and drinking far too much. The 35 year old capo was secluded in a far cabana with his laptop, the girls kept checking in with him — right out of Succession.

Back at the room, the door bell rang, and in came a Sicilian wedding cake and champagne for us. Nice touch, and the waiter spoke Italian. Back to La Dolce Vita!