Life in the Mediterranean
Two hours into your visit, you´ll be feeling so laid back you might be inclined to grow dreadlocks.
Here, the Mediterranean spirit reigns supreme; and the Epicurean in us all comes out the woodwork, pulls up a deck chair to lounge away the afternoon in and says, ‘peel me a grape.’ The pace isn’t so much that lazy kind you get in hot countries, but more of a cool, languid one. And it’s contagious too. Two hours into your visit, you’ll be feeling so laid back you might be inclined to grow dreadlocks.
When you’ve acclimatised yourself to the languid pace, you’ll find yourself being initiated into the Mediterranean community. See what happens when you order a pizza, or buy your lady a rose from the lovable flower vendor who makes his rounds of the local restaurants every evening. The next time you bump into your pizza delivery guy (it’s a small town) he’ll stop you for friendly small talk. And the mobile florist will be all too happy to give you a weather report on the Romantic climate of the day.
At TeraMare, we’re all about the journey, and Turkish Lycia is where we’ve started to make it count. This is where heroic history, ancient mystery and Mediterranean culture combine with sun, sea and natural beauty. It’s a vain exercise, but humour us while we quote a certain dead author in an attempt to do this region some justice. ‘Take a blind man to Lycia,’ Cevat Åžakir once wrote, ‘and he’ll immediately know from the smell of the air exactly where he is. The acrid perfume of lavender, the pungent fragrance of wild mint and thyme, will tell him.’
Whether it’s adventure or relaxation you’re after, browse through our Traveller Notes to see what else you’ll find on the Lycian coast.
Elest Ali
At TeraMare, we’re all about the journey, and Turkish Lycia is where we’ve started to make it count. This is where heroic history, ancient mystery and Mediterranean culture combine with sun, sea and natural beauty. It’s a vain exercise, but humour us while we quote a certain dead author in an attempt to do this region some justice. ‘Take a blind man to Lycia,’ Cevat Åžakir once wrote, ‘and he’ll immediately know from the smell of the air exactly where he is. The acrid perfume of lavender, the pungent fragrance of wild mint and thyme, will tell him.’
Whether it’s adventure or relaxation you’re after, browse through our Traveller Notes to see what else you’ll find on the Lycian coast.
Elest Ali
