Itinerary
Day 1 — Arrival
A car is waiting, engine off, windows open to the scent of green.
The drive is twenty minutes of unpaved hush; you learn the first rule of this house—speed is measured in breaths per mile.
Welcome drink is coconut water that was inside the shell five minutes ago; the glass is optional.
Sunset yoga is held on a deck that feels flung into the canopy—your mat the only rectangle that isn’t alive.
Dinner appears when the insects start their evening chant: plantain, sea salt, a piece of fish that still remembers the tide.
No one introduces the chef; the food simply finds its way to the table and stays only as long as it is wanted.
Day 2 — Flow
Morning movement is guided by a voice kept low enough for the howler monkeys to continue their conversation.
Breakfast is served under a ceiling of bamboo; coffee tastes of altitude and of the smoke that dried it.
The artisan town is less town, more three streets and a square where a man carves spoons from fallen almond wood; you leave with one that still holds the shape of the tree.
Dusk yoga faces west; every pose is held until the sky pales to the exact colour of the villa’s stone.
Dinner is eaten barefoot; someone has already forgotten to switch on the lights, and no one notices.
Day 3 — Rainforest
Trail run begins when the leaves are still heavy with night; your footfall is followed by the smell of wet earth and something like wild ginger.
Waterfall appears the way a thought arrives—suddenly, yet as if it had always been there.
Lunch is mango, cashew, water that has never seen a pipe; you eat with fingers that taste of river.
Afternoon is surrendered to the pool that seems to pour straight into the valley; the only sound is the soft collision of water and skin.
Evening brings no agenda—perhaps a book, perhaps the hammock that has already learned the shape of you.
Day 4 — Water & Breath
Swim session is held in infinity that faces infinity; each stroke is followed by the quiet realisation that you are swimming into a painting that has not yet dried.
Breathwork is practised on the deck where the only walls are the ones you arrived with; inhale gathers the past year, exhale leaves it resting on a leaf.
Coffee plantation smells of fermentation and of the smoke that keeps the beans company; you taste a bean that is still warm from the sun and understand that caffeine is simply borrowed daylight.
Evening is left blank; the house dims without anyone reaching for a switch.
Day 5 — Ocean
Day trip begins when the road gives up and becomes sand; the beach is reached by a path that is erased by each tide.
Open-water swim is supervised but not announced; you float until thoughts lose their specific gravity.
Lunch is coconut, lime, a piece of fish that was caught while you were still deciding whether to swim.
Sunset meditation faces west; every breath is held until the sun folds itself into the sea without ceremony.
Evening brings no music—only the wind composing its own minor key.
Day 6 — Integration
Movement session is simply legs against warm stone; movement reduced to what still feels kind.
Group discussion is held around a table that has forgotten its shape; words slip out like scarves drawn slowly from a sleeve.
Farewell dinner is begun with a single toast that never becomes a speech; plates are passed, stories are told, and the room dims without anyone reaching for a switch.
Later, fireflies write short sentences in light; no one tries to capture them.
Day 7 — Departure
Morning stretch is held on the deck where the only walls are the ones you arrived with; every pose is held until the sky pales to the exact colour of the villa’s stone.
Breakfast is quiet enough to hear the kettle click off.
The car arrives unnoticed; cypress rows file past like well-trained sentinels.
You leave when you are lighter than the luggage you arrived with.
The gate remains open; the forest keeps your name to itself.
Accommodation & Amenities
The villa perches above the Central Valley, glass doors folded away so the jungle can step inside at will.
Five suites open to treetop air—each with a king bed aligned to sunrise and a bathroom where water falls like rain from a copper spout.
An infinity pool seems poured into the canopy; beyond its edge, hummingbirds write quick sentences in flight.
Meals appear from a kitchen that uses nothing which flew or drove more than a day to arrive; plantain, cacao, river prawn—cooked over flame, served under stars.
A teak deck is given to dawn meditation; the only walls are the scent of wood-smoke and the occasional rustle of howler monkeys discussing the weather.
When movement calls, a driver and shaded van wait beneath the breadfruit tree—no itinerary, only the quiet agreement to follow wherever the light decides to pause.
Mindful Running – Led by Angela James, our Mindful Movement Coach, guests learn a new philosophy of effortless endurance — one that strengthens rather than strains. Discover balance, posture, and breath as the keys to joyful, injury-free running through Costa Rica’s jungle paths and coastal trails.
Restorative Yoga & Mobility Flow – Morning and sunset sessions with Naomi Wang realign energy and calm the nervous system. Gentle yet powerful, each practice cultivates awareness, flexibility, and deep presence.
Nourishment as Medicine – Our private chef crafts a clean, organic menu of three daily meals featuring fresh local produce, endless tropical fruit, and cold-pressed juices. Every dish is designed to restore vitality from the inside out.
Luxury & Seclusion – Nestled in nature, our private villa offers five serene rooms, an infinity pool, open-air yoga decks around the pool, and breathtaking views — creating unparalleled privacy and calm.
All-Inclusive Adventure – Airport transfers, guided run and hikes, hidden beaches, coffee plantation tours, picnic by waterfall, and curated local experiences — every moment is choreographed with effortless precision so you can simply arrive and exhale.