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The Yoga Farm is set in the hills overlooking the beautiful empty beaches of Punta Banco. Surrounded by coastal rainforest, patches of farmland, and the Guayami Indigenous Reserve, this remote area of Costa Rica is geographically, biologically, and culturally diverse. There are plenty of oppurtunities to explore the forest with locals guides, visit homesteads and indigineous villages, as well as relax and play on a beach that is uncrowded by tourism or nightlife.

The Farm* was fortunate enough to inherit an abundance of fruit trees and plant edibles already in production, and we aim to add to the harvestable amount of plantlife on the property every season. We grow several varieties of mango, many bananas, pineapples, papaya, guanabana, coconuts, anona, jackfruit, starfruit, citrus, water apples, cinammon, cacao, perennial greens, herbs, tomatoes, bamboo for shoots and craft, beans and peas, yuca, pejibaye, a little bit of coffee, and just this year we plan to add a small tea garden (assam!). Two fresh water springs provide crystal clear drinking water.

Our main house is a large two story building with a great breeze and beautiful view of the ocean from the open air, wood-floored yoga deck. The first floor houses guests, ammenities, communal space, and a hot-stone sauna. Our kitchen, or rancho, is set apart from the main house, where we prepare and serve meals in a large family style fashion.

Finally, we have two private cabinas which are available upon request. They are set high above the rest of the property and provide indivduals or couples with a more personal environment. There tends to be more wildlife seen from these areas as well, and our newest cabin in particular looks out upon a beautiful forested valley.

* or finca in spanish refers to any small plot of rural land in Costa Rica

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"In the beginning were the howlers. They always commenced their bellowing in the first hour of dawn, just as the hem of teh sky began to whiten. It would start with just one: his forced, rhythmic groaning, like a saw blade. That aroused others near him, nudging them to bawl along with his monstrous tune. Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from other trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning in the world."
-Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna.

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Punta Banco, Costa Rica