Costa rica Beachfront property
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The Main House
The main family house has two stories, built over ten years ago and re-modeled in 2005.
The first floor is constructed of concrete block and cement, part open space and part closed rooms. It includes:
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Terrace serving as dining room and chill out space
Open space kitchen fully equipped with full size fridge and a gas stove
Bedroom or office space
Lockable storage room
Bathroom with shower, toilet and sink, including hot water
The second floor is made primarily of wood; the floors are precious Purple Heart Cachimbo, a rare and beautiful local timber. This floor includes:
Balcony with ocean view between the trees and view of a small part of the Osa
Peninsula
Large open living space with sofas and hammocks.
Master bedroom with king bed and ceiling fan
Guest bedroom with two twin beds and ceiling fan
· Half-bathroom with toilet and sink
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The Main House

The Geography of the House
W. H. Auden
(For Christopher Isherwood)
Seated after breakfast
In this white-tiled cabin
Arabs call the House where
Everybody goes,
Even melancholics
Raise a cheer to Mrs.
Nature for the primal
Pleasure She bestows.
Sex is but a dream to
Seventy-and-over,
But a joy proposed un-
-til we start to shave:
Mouth-delight depends on
Virtue in the cook, but
This She guarantees from
Cradle unto grave.
Lifted off the potty,
Infants from their mothers
Hear their first impartial
Words of worldly praise:
Hence, to start the morning
With a satisfactory
Dump is a good omen
All our adult days.
Revelation came to
Luther in a privy
(Crosswords have been solved there)
Rodin was no fool
When he cast his Thinker,
Cogitating deeply,
Crouched in the position
Of a man at stool.
All the arts derive from
This ur-act of making,
Private to the artist:
Makers' lives are spent
Striving in their chosen
Medium to produce a
De-narcissus-ized en-
During excrement.
Freud did not invent the
Constipated miser:
Banks have letter boxes
Built in their façade
Marked For Night Deposits,
Stocks are firm or liquid,
Currencies of nations
Either soft or hard.
Global Mother, keep our
Bowels of compassion
Open through our lifetime,
Purge our minds as well:
Grant us a king ending,
Not a second childhood,
Petulant, weak-sphinctered,
In a cheap hotel.
Keep us in our station:
When we get pound-notish,
When we seem about to
Take up Higher Thought,
Send us some deflating
Image like the pained ex-
-pression on a Major
Prophet taken short.
(Orthodoxy ought to
Bless our modern plumbing:
Swift and St. Augustine
Lived in centuries
When a stench of sewage
Made a strong debating
Point for Manichees.)
Mind and Body run on
Different timetables:
Not until our morning
Visit here can we
Leave the dead concerns of
Yesterday behind us,
Face with all our courage
What is now to be.