The Treehouse I Never Had: Flutterby House

The Treehouse I Never Had: Flutterby House

I don’t think I realized that I wanted to spend a weekend sleeping in a treehouse until one of my friends suggested it this past weekend. She asked me if I wanted to go to the beach, and being the young adult I am I agreed at that moment, no questions asked. Then, to my surprise and joy, she told me that we would be staying at a treehouse hostel. Yes, we would be spending the weekend sleeping in an outdoor fort with a bunch of strangers. It was an adventurer’s dream-come-true, an opportunity to experience two classic backpacking experiences at once.

We took the long, five hour bus ride to Uvita, Costa Rica. Uvita is a small town located on the Pacific side of Costa Rica in the Puntarenas province. We joke that there are about 30 people in this town, because we saw every person at least twice throughout the whole weekend. Due to this, when driving into town during a thunder storm in the middle of the night, we all became concerned about where we were going. None of us had been here before, we didn’t know exactly where the hostel was, and we were all hungry and tired. When we finally located our hostel, we pulled back the wooden garage door and were welcomed into a hipster paradise. A bunch of Australians and Englishmen started to check us in and get us drinks (mostly because we were all so up-tight about the lack of dinner at the hostel). Everything was covered in colors: maps, news papers, art, twinkling lights, and general odds and ends.

They began to give us a tour, explaining how the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry room were all for public use. Then they showed us our rooms. My friend Lillie and I had booked the “Mariposa Escondida,” which means hidden butterfly in Spanish. In other words, we had unconsciously booked the honeymoon suite of treehouse hostels. Walking up the spiral staircase around our tree, we entered into our one room with a full bed covered with mosquito netting. We just laughed, out of exhaustion, out of joy, and out of the sheer ridiculousness of Lillie’s lamp (the lamp was a lightbulb glued to a table with a lampshade on it). Nonetheless, we had a beautiful porch with hammocks, and a great view of the hostel property. At night, while sleeping in the damp bed, we could hear the night-time “creatures.”

The Queens' bed, complete with anti-diptheria net.

The Queens’ bed, complete with anti-diptheria net.

View from our balcony

View from our balcony

The romantic balcony

The romantic balcony

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La Mariposa Escondida