Where Tarzan Meets Architectural Digest
Let’s get one thing straight: Perdue is not your average “nature escape.” This isn’t camping. This isn’t even glamping. This is… glamorous enlightenment under a pine canopy with excellent Wi-Fi. Nestled on a cliffside in Faralya—a village so charming it makes storybooks look underdressed—Perdue has managed to bottle barefoot luxury and sprinkle it liberally across what feels like a hidden grove for the stylishly feral.
Each bamboo suite looks like it was plucked from a high-end survivalist’s dream journal. Think wood, stone, and fabric so natural it probably composts itself. You’ve got a four-poster bed made for honeymoon-level lounging, a hot tub with serious stargazing potential, and lighting soft enough to make your soul look airbrushed. And the best part? You can hear the sea whispering “you’re doing great” from your private deck. Therapeutic.
Like Falling Off the Grid—But Landing in a Spa
Sits at the end of a winding road, beyond Wi-Fi anxiety and just before “Where the heck are we?” This is Faralya, a cliffside village hugging Turkey’s Turquoise Coast, where the Mediterranean throws its best color palette at you daily. It’s remote enough to feel smug about discovering it, yet close enough to ancient ruins and butterfly-filled valleys that you can pretend you’re being “cultural” between naps.
You’re perched right on the Lycian Way—a historic trekker’s dream and a sandal-wearer’s personal Everest. But don’t worry, the only uphill battle here is deciding whether to hike to Butterfly Valley or stay horizontal on your private beach lounger with a mojito in hand. Spoiler: both are valid forms of enlightenment.
Farm-to-Fork with a Side of Awe
Breakfast is an event. A beautiful, unhurried, cheese-heavy, olive-strewn event. The kind of meal that makes you question every sad banana you’ve ever eaten on the go. Lunches are light and breezy; dinners? Full-on romance novel material. Candlelit tables, the scent of grilled sea bass, and a suspiciously perfect breeze—this place makes eating feel sacred. The kitchen takes local sourcing seriously. Like, “these herbs were picked by a monk named Kemal at sunrise” serious. The cocktails are less spiritual but equally transformative. Signature drinks are served with names like Sunset Mirage or Cliffside Reverie, which may or may not also describe your emotional state after your second Negroni.
Wellness: Because Burnout Isn’t a Vibe
Not a place where you “do” things. It’s where things happen to you. Like spontaneous clarity during your sunrise yoga, or emotional breakthroughs mid-massage because the therapist used a rosemary oil that smells like your childhood. There’s Pilates if you must prove you’re working on your core, and astrology sessions if you’re wondering why you cried watching the clouds move.
And yes, the spa. Treatments here are all about “alignment”—of chakras, spine, and expectations. There are outdoor massages so serene they should come with a warning, and art therapy workshops that make finger painting feel transcendent. You might arrive burned out and skeptical, but you’ll leave moisturized, inspired, and somehow… slightly glowing.
Bottom Line: A Love Letter to Your Future Self
A gem for people who want to live like forest-dwelling royalty, drink things with herbs in them, and say things like “I really connected with the moon last night.” It’s part luxury lodge, part spiritual reset, and fully committed to making you question why you ever tolerated traffic or fluorescent lighting. Whether you’re honeymooning, soul-searching, or just want to take a break from being a Very Serious Person, Perdue is the kind of place that gently coaxes your better self out of hiding—with a cocktail in one hand and a lavender-scented towel in the other.
Go ahead. Disappear into Faralya. Just tell people you went “off the grid.” They don’t need to know there was room service. Visit www.Perdue.com.tr to discover more!
