The two story house has an open floor plan designed for staying cool in the equatorial tropics of Costa Rica. A secluded and pristine beach is a very short walk away. On 9 acres of forest it is an authentic experience in a friendly community.
The "Jungle Palace" is a two story vacation lodge, immersed fully into nature. It is a short walk down a tree lined lane ( 300 meters distance) to secluded and pristine Lagartillo beach. Famous surfing beaches Avellanas and Playa Negra are close by for some of the best waves in Costa Rica. The Pacific ocean is clear, clean, and warm. Perfect for beach combing or watching breath taking sunsets. The versitile dwelling is suitable for groups or families. Each floor has it's own fully equiped kitchen with gas range, fridge, and cookware. Built with hand crafted teak and exotic hardwoods off our land, it has 360 degree views of the beautiful forest retreat, a safe and secure family farm. The unique mushroom shaped bath house has oval windows looking out to lush foliage, so perfect to enjoy a refreshing shower with pure, clean water from underground springs. The arty house will sleep 7 plus persons. It is completely quiet and tranquil, the only sounds being the birds monkeys and the ocean. Large screened windows allow the ocean breeze in. There is one queen bed and one single bed on the second floor and one queen and two single beds downstairs. There is a jumbo picnic table in the spacious palm roof patio area that is suitable for for yoga classes. Wireless internet. A fruit and vegetable truck brings fresh produce and the fish truck delivers also.
Guests have access to pretty much everything. Trails through the forest and a library of books in the main house.
Interakcija s gostima
Michael, (surfer, organic farmer, carpenter) interacts with guests if they want to or he can leave them in peace and he knows how to do that. Michael is a trove of information and has lived in Costa Rica on the same property for 23 years. He is bilingual English and Spanish and has travelled extensively in Central America by bus train and donkey with a backpack and his guitar for about six years. He is an expert at helping tourists plan and independent vacation without the help of tour guides. If you need anything just ask
Fly in to Liberia if you can because it is much closer to here. I have to warn people not to exchange their money at the airport because it is a real rip off. Bring an ATM card or two that is the best option for your money. Herbal bug repellent is great. The mosquitoes aren't so bad here most of the time. Sunscreen and sunglasses are important as we are close to the equator. Avoid the sun between the hours of 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. . It is safe for women here and we do not have a problem with theft
because of our location and our connections with the locals.
Respect the Costa Rican culture and do unto others as you would have them do to you.
A Word from Maicol – Twenty-three years Ago & Now
It can be hard to visualize a destination, even when you have photos, maps and graphic descriptions. To give a better idea of the area, I'd like to describe how I came to be here and why I love living in Lagartillo, Costa Ricaam an organic farmer and herbalist, surfer, recording artist, carpenter, mechanic, electrician, welder, with a MA in spanish.
It is a small community where people greet you when they pass. It’s not one of those eco-tour commercialized places where there is crime and the locals are burned out on tourists. I came here years ago and upon seeing the contours of this property and the way the hill rises gradually upward to catch the afternoon sea breeze, I knew my search was over. The local geographic area is known as Dry Tropical Forest and is found in small parts of the west coast of Central America, southernmost Mexico and Africa. It is very unique, having distinctly changing seasons and a huge range of wildlife, forest and grasslands.
This land had been abused and the soil depleted; a lot of trees were cut for cattle forage and planting corn. Bernabe, who lives on the adjacent farm, sold me this place. We met in ’93 while I was camping on the beach a few hundred yards from here. He came riding by on his horse. I prefer to have abundant land and since there was a seasonal creek and good underground springs; I became the owner of 9 acres of scrub and small trees. Electricity, phones and decent roads still hadn’t come to the area so I lived like my Costa Rican neighbors without modern conveniences. Living in tents on the hill, the rains poured down, and a hastily put up gable roof was the beginning of our ever- evolving house.
The local Costa Ricans cooked with wood fire, grew corn and beans, milked the cows and made cheese. Water was pulled up from the well by bucket. (There were out houses in everyone’s back yard) Those days were memorable. The only telephone for miles around was in a shack in Paraiso, where a club footed man dialed your number, and people would go to listen in on everybody else’s conversations thereby getting the latest news and gossip. Not many of the neighbors had cars then. Bernabe likes to tell the story of when he rode his horse straight over the mountains, 30 kilometers, all the way to Santa Cruz to go to high school. Gradually civilization has come here and the beaches are very popular.
Living here in this tropical forest really reminds me of when I lived in the back woods of eastern Oregon. I started from scratch there too, on 40 acres, where I built a log house and planted gardens. It seemed similiar in some ways except it’s hot here and you only have to take a short walk on a tree lined dirt road to the blue Pacific ocean.
I grew up in S. California and surfed at Malibu and Rincon. I lived with some hippies in Topanga canyon and rode a 1946 Indian motorcycle, then I moved to Oregon; but I always had the dream of someday living in a tropical paradise by the ocean. In 1988, while living in Guatemala I met a Costa Rican woman and her mother on a bus. She told me about her native land and invited me to come visit .That was the beginning of a long back packing trip and a love affair with the country (and the girl). I really liked the Tico families I lived with. They are basically an agricultural society and their traditional culture reflects an awesome awareness of nature. The tranquil attitude and natural spirituality really appeal to my sense of balance.
My CR friends and family have really helped me to understand what this place is all about and the value of good coffee and conversation. Luckily, I was a Spanish major in college because communication is the key. And patience.
After buying the land, (in 1994) I began planting trees and encouraging the growth of the native species that were already here. Now, years later, there are some towering giants. There are ten times more species of trees than in Oregon and it takes a long while to learn all their names and uses. Ron Ron, Pochote, Cocobolo.
The Guanacaste tree, for which the province is named, is an incredibly fast growing monster. Someone should write a book on all the medical uses of plants here. (perhaps I will) The wisdom is still with the older people but fast disappearing. The average Guanacasteco doesn’t read or write too well, but he is a walking fauna and flora library. And proud of itcut some trees and milled lumber for three small guest houses. Each house is kind of nestled into the forest. For each tree that was cut, 10 more were planted. The whole tree is used, including branches to make furniture and there is less waste. All the different colors and smells of the wood grain are so pleasant.
The sea turtle project volunteers patrol late at night protecting the nests. If you are lucky you might see the amazing baby turtles erupt out of the sand. The water is warm and quite clear and blue due to lack of pollution. We are not near any large bays or huge rivers which usually result in contamination. Journeys down the dirt roads going southward along the coast are interesting. It is still kind of primitive and I especially like the lovely bahia of San Juanillo.
I’m glad that our Lagartillo has stayed pretty much the way it was years ago (except for power, phones, internet.) It is so quiet here. All you hear are the sounds of birds, monkeys and waves. No barking dogs or loud drunkards.
In 2012 I started the Indio Pelado organic farm up at lake Arenal. Now we are harvesting a great variety of fruits and veggies from north and south America.