A pot of sriracha macaroni and cheese, kielbasa and $5.99 to the On Demand gods later, we finally watched Argo last night. Ben Affleck really knows how to make a good movie. I approve.
So I promised you more from our honeymoon and today I’m delivering. Discovering the Rosa Blanca Suite at Finca Rosa Blanca was the ultimate reason we settled on Costa Rica as our destination. That, and rainy season prices over Thanksgiving weekend (which are hard to come by because the majority of the country considers it the first week of dry season). People, this place is paradise. Paradise. And the source of many daydreams and wishes and hopes for return one day.
How about a tour?
Remeber when I told you the top two levels were our honeymoon suite? Well, here we go!
So it ultimately took us 24 hours to realize that we had our very own balcony on the other side of those windows. But we weren’t really focused on that room. You’ll see why in a moment….
We’ll go upstairs in a moment. First, let’s check out the master bathroom.
I can’t make this up. This is the most amazing place in the world. Upstairs we go….
The bedroom was surrounded by opened, airy windows. You probably remember them for the first picture. And we had a near-360 balcony.
& back downstairs….
By far the most memorable part of our stay in the Rosa Blanca Suite was our last few moments in the room, when we added our name to the pegs in the staircase. If you ever find yourself here, look for our little peg. :)
Have Costa Rica fever yet? It’s Friday. Go ahead and indulge in some more rainforest splendor. The rest of our honeymoon posts are here. Enjoy!
P.S. In case you missed it… This week’s recap:
And my favorite posts around the blog-o-sphere this week:
Huck weens Natalie and my maternal instinct skips a beat when she writes
On the End of Nursing (& no, my uterus is void of embryos right now… but this post strikes a chord with my hopeful, future self)
We didn’t really have a clue where to go or what to do for our honeymoon. One week it was a cabin on the Ring of Kerry and the next week we were island hopping in Hawaii. Costa Rica was always on our radar and occasionally we’d do some internet research on our “honeymoon of the week”.
We did have a few requirements, though. While there is nothing wrong with it, we don’t fall into the “all inclusive, stay at your hotel and eat there each day” sort of crowd. We love adventure and charting our own map. So Sandals was out. Also, we’re not quite the “lay on the beach day in, day out with a cocktail” sort of crowd, either. It goes along with the adventure seeking part of our relationship. We need a good hike, a good change of scenery and a great hole in the wall to come across while on vacation.
It wasn’t until months into our honeymoon search that we realized Costa Rica would be the perfect fit. So we started zeroing in. We decided we’d stay at two different spots: a beach and a volcano. But when we came across this amazing coffee plantation outside of San Jose, we sort of vetoed the beach at once and booked the first leg of the trip.
Finca Rosa Blanca remains in our dreams almost daily. When we first stumbed upon their website, my art history heart was in Antoni Gaudi heaven. It’s a sustainable organic coffee plantation and boutique hotel with a bed and breakfast feel nestled in the hustle of true Tico life. And inspired by Gaudi’s modern architecture. We fell in love. The kindest group of people in the world work at Finca Rosa Blanca, I swear by it. And their coffee is to die for. As is their food. And their amenities. But more on that another time.
Today I’m just showing you a glimpse into Finca Rosa Blanca. The grounds of the plantation are magical. Upon arrival, Alex and I both were taken aback because we didn’t even know this sort of beauty could exist. I’ll save our honeymoon suite and the restaurant for another post. I’m just getting your feet wet, here. Enjoy!
teaser alert: those top two levels… well, that was our honeymoon suite.
If you’d like to see more from our honeymoon, go here.
P.S. In case you missed it…. This week’s recap….
And I can’t really share with you my favorite posts around the blog-o-sphere because I’ve been so busy I’ve barely read anything. I’ll add them to The Sunday Currently in a few days.
I’ve been asleep in a room where the windows encompass you in a full circle, open wide and airy out onto the world, far below. Where the balmy winds rush through from one side to another, slowing briefly over the bundle of sheets above our bodies. The only sound for miles is that of the afternoon showers, heavy and steady yet gentle as a dove. The bleached, washed out white is the only color besides the pale, naked skin on the bed. It’s the only color that matters. It is pure. As I awaken, the nudes and whites have been replaced by the crimson glow of a sunset from the heavens. Somewhere in the midst of the afternoon, the rain washed out all of our anxiety and stress, leaving behind the sound of twilight. We’re sharing this world with the animals in the trees and the birds in the distance. We’re sharing this moment with every single person down below, unaware of us, of our view of this same, exact moment.
How impossible is it to bring that same sensation back to reality? You can’t package it up, tie a bow on top and ship it back home to wait until you get off the airplane. We shouldn’t try to replace it- it stays in our memories, back in Costa Rica, back in our honeymoon. We should strive to find the same raw, romantic, irreplaceable moments in our every day. We will find it in the unmade bed surrounded by dirty socks and sweaty gym shirts. It is there, hidden behind “normal”.
*Filed under Married Life, Wanderlust Life*
