The High Life, Costa Rica
Yes, I’ll admit it. I’m a tree hugger. I’m almost 42 and I still climb trees – I’ve been called “Monkey Girl” more than a few times – and yes, I hug them if I’m invited. I’ve been known to cry at the sight of a magnificent old redwood being ripped from her roots. And ever since I can remember, I’ve fantasized of living in a tree house.
So when I finally make it to Costa Rica, land of forest, jungle, woods, thickets, groves, parkland, trees – and tree-hugging howler monkeys, I will stay at the Costa Rica Tree House Lodge nestled inside a wildlife refuge on the southern Caribbean coast of Costa Rica. (more…)












