In Ayvacık, it's easier to let the wind plan your evening than to do it yourself. Olive trees roll down the mountainsides toward the sea — not quite coast, not quite highland, somewhere stubbornly in between. If you came here to escape city noise, good news: nobody's in a hurry. Watching wind turbines from a ridge counts as a plan, and so does tea in a coastal village. Can't decide? Don't bother — roll the dice and go wherever the wind blows.