I love to be able to spend a night or two living in a way or in a place that is so different from my own.
You get an opportunity to see how they live and how being in a different place can turn your life on its head.
You think differently and your imagination opens wide. You reconsider all matter of things. You dream differently.
I stayed for two nights at a home that I call the treehouse. It is high atop a mountain and it is in a rain forest.
Lush. Verdant. Spectacular.
Come take a peak and imagine
when you get close to the edge you feel little because the trees and plants are gigantic
There are birds everywhere and they don’t sound or look like birds from home
There are lizards on the walls.
In the morning we all gather on the deck with our coffees and papaya and mango with lime.
There is so much cool moisture and warm air. There is the sound of the waterfall so close you feel like you are standing under it. There is a wrap around verandah that goes on forever.
This place is magic. I want to remember it .
I just had to share it with you.
other wordly- don’t you think?
yes. With a side order of Tarzan?
Look how beautiful you are… I wish I had a treehouse, for real. I’ve always wanted one. And in the jungle-y air? Even better. *swoons*
this is a good place….