You’ll float between Favignana and Levanzo by private boat from Trapani, swim in crystal coves like Cala Azzurra, snorkel near ancient quarries, explore caves with local stories, and stroll Favignana’s lively port streets before relaxing back on deck—Sicilian sea air still clinging to your skin.
The tour starts at 10:00 am from Trapani port and ends around 6:00 pm.
Yes, snorkeling gear plus bottled water, Coke, and wine are included on board.
Yes, there’s a stop at Favignana’s port so you can walk through the village center.
The private tour is for up to 12 people maximum.
You’ll stop at Cala Azzurra, Bue Marino, Cala Rossa on Favignana plus Cala Fredda and Cala Minnola on Levanzo.
Infants can join but must sit on an adult’s lap; strollers are allowed onboard.
No full lunch is provided but drinks are included; you can buy food during the stop in Favignana town.
This tour isn’t recommended for pregnant travelers or those with spinal or cardiovascular problems.
Your day includes use of snorkeling equipment for all swim stops, bottled water, Coke and wine served onboard throughout the journey between Trapani, Favignana and Levanzo—with taxes and fees already covered so you can just relax into each cove or wander Favignana’s town center before returning by sunset.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect to feel so calm the moment we left Trapani’s port. The water was that kind of blue you only see in photos—except it’s real, right under your feet. Our skipper, Salvatore, chatted about old tuna fishermen and pointed out where Romans fought Carthaginians (I nodded like I knew the history). When we reached Cala Azzurra on Favignana, I could smell salt and wild herbs drifting over from the island. Jumping in felt like hitting reset—cold at first, then just perfect.
We stopped at Bue Marino next, which looked almost unreal with those old tuff quarries above the turquoise water. There was this weird silence when I ducked my head underwater to snorkel—just my own breathing and flashes of silver fish darting around. Someone tried to say “Grotta degli Innamorati” (Lovers’ Cave) in Italian and Salvatore just grinned. He told us a story about lovers hiding there ages ago—maybe true, maybe not—but it made the cave feel different somehow.
Favignana town was busier than I thought it’d be for such a small place. We wandered past little shops selling almond pastries and old men playing cards in the shade—I think one winked at me when I tried to order coffee in my best broken Italian. After that, heading toward Levanzo felt quieter again. The sun was higher by then; you could see every ripple as we drifted into Cala Fredda. Swimming there was almost too peaceful—I kept thinking about how far away city noise felt.

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