Family travel: Sicilian style

With Mount Etna and the Med, €3 pizzas and Baroque piazzas, a villa holiday in eastern Sicily offers the perfect combination of easy living and exploration

By Pól Ó Conghaile
Published 27 Jan 2017, 08:00 GMT, Updated 8 Jul 2021, 11:20 BST
Sunset in Taormina, Sicily

Sunset in Taormina, Sicily.

Photograph by Pól O Conghaile

The kids look like they're about to be blown off the face of the earth. We're barely an hour from the coast, the sun is thumping down, but at this height, the wind comes with a kick. Everyone is wearing layers. Pulling our kids, Sam and Rosa, under our wings, we lean into it and continue our walk around the crater.

We're on Mount Etna, Sicily's Mordor-like landmark and the tallest active volcano in Europe. Despite initial reservations about our excursion ("What if it erupts on us?" asks six-year-old Sam), the drive proves a gorgeous respite from the mid-summer heat, winding up through green forestry and yellow blossoms to the blackened landscape around Rifugio Sapienza. Here, we take a cable car and a 4WD bus to a height of 2,900m, before joining a guided walk around the crater just a few hundred metres below the puffing summit.

At €63 (£53) for adults and €42 (£35) for kids, it's a pricey trip, but we don't feel cheated. Gathering a few specks of lava for the kids' classrooms, we head back towards sea level, stopping off at Murgo, a classy little vineyard taking advantage of Etna's microclimate in Santa Venerina. We demolish a traditional lunch whose dishes range from caponata to pasta alla Norma, Catanian specialties reflecting the mountain — aubergine evokes the black rocks, tomatoes the fiery lava, basil the greenery and ricotta salata shavings, the snow that dusts Etna in winter. It's place on a plate, and that place is Sicily.

We've been itching to come here. The kids were intrigued by the notion of a magical land where they could have 'real' pizza once a day. Their mother, who studied Italian in college, downloaded books in the language on her Kindle. And their father? Truthfully, I was just dying to get my mask and fins on and hit the Ionian Sea, to swim — rather than sleep — with the fishes.

La dolce vita

We're travelling with grandparents, which helps split the cost of our villa, set among lemon groves outside the sleepy village of Santa Tecla, roughly a 45-minute drive from Catania–Fontanarossa Airport. Basing ourselves halfway between Taormina and Catania, the idea is to chill by the pool, take the two-minute walk to the lava-jagged shoreline for swims, and strike out on excursions when the mood takes us, exploring the island's eastern nooks and crannies.

Sicily gets seriously hot, well into the mid-30s in summer, so we leave our trips to towns and cities for the evenings. Catania feels grimy and industrial, though there's a brilliantly shouty, smelly and squelchy fish market near Piazza del Duomo from 7am. Aci Castello charms us with its craggy castle, perched on a lava ridge. Taormina's Teatro Greco harks back to the island's Greek heritage, encased in a mix of medieval alleyways and shopping streets where you're as likely to find ceramic lemons as a £1,000 handbag. Torremolinos, it ain't.

Prices rise notably here, but baroque buildings, belle epoque villas and a chic pedigree (Audrey Hepburn, Oscar Wilde and Greta Garbo all visited), not to mention stunning views over the Med and Mount Etna, are breathtaking. In a bay below lies the teardrop-shaped island of Isola Bella. Loungers cost £10.50 a day to rent, but my wife and I walk directly past them. Leaving the kids with their grandparents for a gelato, we drop our towels on the pebbles and head straight for the water, taking a snorkelling safari around its shoreline.

The water is glorious. South of Syracuse, we find swim spots marked by numbers at Plemmirio marine reserve (at No.23, divers can see a sculpture of a mermaid submerged about 100m offshore). Between Santa Tecla and Stazzo, the next village north, we find swimming coves teeming with colourful crabs, rainbow wrasse, starfish and even a moray eel. We jump off piers, spot scurrying lizards, and retire to Stazzo's friendly Blue Bar for more gelatos and a chapter of Harry Potter (a holiday tradition, this year, it's The Half-Blood Prince).

We push past the pizza, too. There's almond granita, Sicily's traditional handmade sorbet, served with buttery brioches for breakfast. In Taormina, we find the ultimate street food in sticky arancini, rice balls filled with mozzarella, ragu and deep-fried in breadcrumbs. Syracuse throws up the best cannoli, at Cannoli del Re on the main piazza, with ricotta squeezed into crunchy tubes of pastry and dipped in diced pistachio nuts to order.

"How is this pasta so nice?" asks Sam. "It's just spaghetti with tomato."

Sicily is no paradise. Italy's largest region is also one of its poorest. Litter lines the roadsides, public projects lie abandoned, the legacy of mafia and corruption is clear: la dolce vita sits side by side with distrust and dilapidation. The whole, bittersweet shebang is on display as we pull into the graffiti-tagged parking lot outside Ortygia, Syracuse's Old Town, towards the end of our trip. As we stroll into the heart of things, however, we're seduced all over again.

We pass ancient Greek ruins (this was the city in which Archimedes had his 'Eureka' moment), watch baroque buildings turn honey-coloured in the evening light, see old ladies peeping from doorways of tasteful souvenir shops, and take our pews at a restaurant on Piazza del Duomo in time for one last pizza and the evening passeggiata (stroll).

Nearby, Sam is amazed to see a bunch of boys playing football using centuries-old doorways as goals.

Not bad for a sun holiday.


Pól travelled with his wife, Lynnea; daughter, Rosa (10) and son, Sam (6).

With Ionian Sea views, a deep private pool, and a setting just a stone's throw from the sleepy village of Santa Tecla, Villa Leone proved a peachy base for a mix of driving tours and downtime.

Best for
Ages six and over.

Snorkelling and swimming in crystal clear water.

Need to know
Bring beach shoes for stony beaches, baking hot sands and to protect against prickly sea urchins. Closed shoes and extra layers are essential for Mount Etna, which is windy and cold at the top.

Buy car hire excess insurance before travel to avoid painful insurance upsells at the airport. Locate parking garages (Porta Catania in Taormina, and Parcheggio Talete in Syracuse) before you arrive at the towns, especially in peak season. Avoid driving at night.

How to do it
James Villa Holidays offers a week at three-bedroom Villa Leone from £460 per person, including flights (based on six sharing). Car hire starts from £175 per week.

Published in the 2017 issue of National Geographic Traveller – Family


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