The downtown art scene is electrifying, but frankly it's heaven when my friend Allen kidnaps me away to his family's house in Alacati, a tiny village off Cesme. Before we catch the ferry that will take us from Karsiyaka to Goztepe, a stop at Reci's for a piece of Charlotte cake is a must. Allen is quite the host, planning our trip; however this is the city that I was born and raised since I left to build my future abroad.
Alacati has evolved so rapidly in the last couple of years - from being an international windsurf spot into a fine dining & wine area. The village has been renovated in line with its origins, and you can feel the common Greek aura of the Aegean coast while you walk through the stone houses with blue wooden doors. The village is covered in pine trees and surrounded by freezing cold water - it doesn't prevent us from wind surfing though. Back on the main island, there's a lot of wild life - rabbits and goats. Ilica is known for its golden sandy beach beaten by rough-and-tumble waves which reminds me of my childhood as I used to spend majority of the day here, next to our summer house.
Unlike the other side of the coast, Alacati is quiet, and the calming ebb of the tide is the very definition of escape. Here nothing is prepared or planned. All you have to do is to close your eyes, and listen to the wind harmonized by the waves as the sun above bathes you with its rays of joy.
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