It took a lot of coaxing to get him down from those beautiful rocks. Only the temptation of taking off his shoes and playing in the nearby sandy water, skipping along the low smooth rocks that peaked out between the dunes, got him down. I soon joined him as we hunted for little crabs and enjoyed the cool freshness of the water on our sweaty feet.
Getting him to part with these waters was no easier than climbing down from the rocks. I understood completely since everything about the spot was just so perfectly beautiful. It's a place to be soaked in and relished, not rushed. We hopped off the rocks and moved along the sand where sweet little sea shells found their ways into our hands and pockets.
Our tummies were starting to grumble and Sicilian hubby's restaurant search was leading us to another spot. As we filled our pockets with the final seashell souvenirs we regretfully parted ways with this paradise. My boy summed it up as he saluted the rocks and beach: "This is the best day ever!" I couldn't have agreed more.