Sea Folk by Private Travel

Furnari, Italy

Twelve souls, five islands, one perfect week where the only schedule is sunset.

Furnari, Italy

Wake in a different bay each morning, swim in emerald water by noon, dine under stars by night—a week of pure Mediterranean rhythm.

Furnari, Italy

Sail into Sicily's secret coves where the horizon becomes your only neighbour and every anchor drop feels like coming home.

Furnari, Italy

Sail to hidden coves where friends become memories and the Aeolian Islands are yours alone.

Furnari, Italy

Wake at anchor off islands only locals know, sail by feel, sleep under stars—this is Mediterranean freedom, unrushed and utterly yours.

Furnari, Italy

Twelve friends, one floating home, a week where the Aeolian Islands are your only schedule.

Furnari, Italy

Wake to turquoise anchorages and volcanic sunsets—ten of you, one sailboat, a week of pure Mediterranean freedom.

Furnari, Italy

Sail your own island story—eight of you, four cabins, infinite Sicilian anchorages waiting.

Furnari, Italy

Sail where the map ends and memory begins—six of you, one perfect week, Tyrrhenian dreams.

Furnari, Italy

Sail into hidden coves where only small boats dare; anchor where the Aeolian Islands glow at sunset and your only choice is which beach to explore next.

Furnari, Italy

Wake to turquoise water, sleep under Stromboli's glow—four cabins, endless Aeolian coves, one unforgettable week.

Marsala, Italy

Wake each morning to a new Sicilian anchorage, your own floating home where turquoise bays and island sunsets are just a sail away.

Marsala, Italy

Wake to volcanic islands, sleep under stars, live the Tyrrhenian dream—a week sailing where ancient Sicily meets open sea.

Marsala, Italy

Sail where only your dreams have a map—ten of you, four cabins, infinite Sicilian horizons.

Marsala, Italy

Wake each dawn in a different Sicilian cove, your own sailboat, your own pace, your own perfect week.

Marsala, Italy

Wake in a hidden cove, sail to lunch, anchor where the map ends—five days of Sicilian waters only a sailboat reaches.

Marsala, Italy

Sail into silence: twelve of you, five cabins, Sicily's secret coves, and nothing but horizon between sunrise and wine o'clock.

Marsala, Italy

Wake in hidden coves, anchor where ferries cannot, taste salt and Sicilian wine under stars—a week that rewrites what Mediterranean means.

Marsala, Italy

Trade your routine for wind, salt, and anchorages only locals know—sail Sicily's secret coves on your own terms.

Marsala, Italy

Wake in turquoise anchorages, sleep in a floating home—where Sicily's hidden islands become your private playground.

Marsala, Italy

Wake in turquoise anchorages where Sicily's volcanic islands meet crystalline seas—twelve of you, one unforgettable week sailing.

Marsala, Italy

Wake to water on all sides, sleep under stars you've earned—a week aboard where the Mediterranean unfolds at your pace.

Palermo, Italy

Sail where ancient temples meet untouched coves—a week of genuine Mediterranean freedom, no itinerary required.

Palermo, Italy

Wake up anchored in crystal waters where only your dinghy can follow—Sicily's secret coves await.

Palermo, Italy

Sail Sicily's secret coves and volcanic islands with your crew—autopilot handles the passages, you handle the aperitivos.

Palermo, Italy

Sail where the Mediterranean keeps its secrets—six cabins, infinite horizons, Sicily's hidden coves yours to claim.

Palermo, Italy

Anchor off limestone cliffs, sail between islands, sleep eight in comfort—the Mediterranean at your pace, not the marina's.

Palermo, Italy

Sail Sicily's secret bays by day, sleep soundly by night—eight of you, one perfect sloop, endless horizon.

Palermo, Italy

Sail your own story: six cabins, ten friends, infinite Mediterranean coves—no itinerary required.

Palermo, Italy

Twelve of you, twelve sunsets, one perfect week sailing Sicily's secret coves and forgotten villages.