The word ‘Treehouse’ may be somewhat a misnomer.
We were certainly lost..
However, we were not badly lost, as this was Costa Rica - a fairly small country in Central America. We knew for sure that we were on the Pacific Coast heading south. Alaska was far behind in our rear view mirror and ahead, if we dared venture that far, was Patagonia.
Our map was useless. The rough dirt road that we were on abruptly ended at an estuary and there was no way through. Now there was nothing else to do but go back.
Retracing, we entered a small village, where I noticed a bar on the left by a bridge with Latin music blaring and a couple of the locals near the entrance teetering a little bit too much for that early in the day.
“I’ll go and find out where we are” said I to my traveling companion, Jeanne who remained in the vehicle.
I was getting nowhere with the bemused local patrons when I noticed a bare-shirted, silver-haired fellow on a bright red ATV pull up behind our car with a video camera waving in his hand.
“Do you speak English?” I asked. He did, and asked if he could help. I explained we were heading south on the peninsula.
“I’ve done it before, but wouldn’t try it this time of year with the rivers still running high” he said.
“What about that road over there?” I queried.
“Don’t know, never been down it. I was going to set up my camera to get a shot of myself rounding the bend.” he explained. We introduced - his name was Al and he was an American. I mentioned that besides being lost, we were looking for a place to stay for a month or two.
“Well you might want to take a look at my place - my wife and I are going back to the states next week. It is just a little unusual.” he quipped.
Jeanne was now out of the car hoping to investigate what was going on. “Jeanne this is Al - we may have found a place to stay.”
Having agreed to take a look, we hopped back in the car and followed Al through the village past the soccer field, through some chickens and dogs, through a river into a jungle, then up the side of a mountain.
“What are we getting into?” asked Jeanne “Don’t know exactly; this is a bit weird.”
Finally emerging through the forest, we pulled up on a driveway to piano music and Al looked up saying, “Hi honey - We have some visitors.”
The next few minutes were real eye openers because Jeanne and I had never seen a house quite anything like this. Up we stepped onto a teak staircase under the middle of this steel and glass structure into a fabulous Treehouse that had few outer walls, except in the bedrooms where there were walls, but consisting of ceiling-to-floor glass. Only the trees and jungle were surrounding this immense house.
The floors were teak as were the ceilings - all supported with forest green beams of steel. The blue water and white surf of the Pacific Ocean could be easily seen off in the distance. It was indeed a visually stunning structure.
My immediate reaction was that I liked it. However, Jeanne was skeptical. We said we would consider their kind offer, but needed a day or two to digest everything. So we booked into a nearby Swiss lodge for the night.
The next day we went back for a discussion and surprised ourselves by deciding to rent it:
Life in this mountainside forest retreat was an absolutely incredible experience. Three months later, we continued successfully on to Tierra del Fuego at the southern end of the world, and then all the way back to Toronto, but we never forgot this place.
And indeed we returned here to this very same Treehouse on the voyage back north to Canada. That is why we now, a year later, live at least part of the year in a beautiful jungle preserve overlooking the warm Pacific Ocean in Costa Rica. And all this happened because we got lost.
The word ‘Treehouse’ may be somewhat a misnomer. Yes, the dwelling is indeed located in the trees of the surrounding jungle in Costa Rica, but it is actually a beautiful, spacious 2,500 square foot house.
This unique home is constructed of steel, teak, and glass. The living room is open to the jungle and overlooks the beautiful, breezy, warm Pacific Ocean from the side of a mountain. There are two bedrooms and two bathrooms with hot showers, all of which are completely glassed in. Also, it has a kitchen with fridge and stove, a dining room with table for eight, and a top floor deck for meditation or an even better panoramic view of the ocean and surrounding countryside.
The house is about two kilometers from the Pacific Ocean, in Guanacaste Province on the Nicoya Peninsula, southwest of Liberia near a little village called Paraiso (which means Paradise, in English). It is on a two acre lot in an amazing 250-acre, private, secure, ecological, dry jungle reserve with clean water and electricity. The sandy, quiet beaches, small villages and international restaurants are all less than a 15 minute drive.
The international airport in Liberia is about 50 minutes by automobile.
Please contact us if you, or anyone you know, might be interested in living in and experiencing this beautiful Costa Rica home, on a weekly or a monthly basis. It is truly a magical place.
Paul and Jeanne