Morning dawns
passionately in the rain forest
at Bosque del Cabo. The howler
monkeys start the show around
5:30, when their wake-up calls
ricochet through the trees. The
sun rises with a profusion of
light. Scarlet macaws, who mate
for life, carry on marital
squabbles as they flit from limb
to limb. The blue Pacific and
the intoxicating reds, purples,
oranges, and yellows of tropical
blooms cast a brilliant palette
across this glorious stage for
nature.
The traveling
public has had lush Costa Rica
on its radar for at least a
decade. But Bosque (pronounced
BO-skay) keeps a low profile. At
cocktail hour, strangers ask,
“How did you hear about this
place?” Almost universally the
answer is, “word of mouth.”
That’s how my husband and I
found it—through a friend who
lives near here half the year.
Set amid 650
acres of rain forest, the resort
perches along the edge of Cape
Matapalo. It’s “on the Osa,” as
locals call the Osa
Peninsula—suspended between the
Pacific and the Golfo Dulce
(“Sweet Gulf”) near Panama.
Water vistas unfold from
Bosque’s 10 cabinas and a house.
A tropical garden embraces
another house and three
cottages. The rest of the
acreage is for close to 800
species of mammals, birds,
butterflies, amphibians, and
reptiles listed in guest
handbooks as “frequently seen or
possible to see at Bosque and
its surrounding area.”
Those
staggering numbers make it hard
to imagine this rich terrain
once was slashed and burned for
cattle-grazing. It was an
abandoned pasture by the time
20-something Floridian Phil
Spier began surfing off this
coast in the 1980s. But Phil’s
attraction to Cape Matapalo
jutting into the Pacific
compelled him to buy a piece of
it in 1987.
“The owners
were really excited that this
gringo came along and wanted the
‘trashland,’” says Phil’s wife,
Kim. A former San Francisco
attorney, Kim has been part of
Bosque for eight years. “Phil
started with 250 acres,” she
says. “He worked two jobs, maxed
out his credit cards, borrowed
money, lived here in a tent,
bought more acres.” As he built
cabins and planted trees, the
rain forest began to rebound.
“Now the whole forest has come
back in just 18 years,” Kim
says. She gestures to towering
trees where the daring
acrobatics of capuchin monkeys
captivate guests. “There are
pumas, wild pigs, ocelots.
People who come here are really
into wildlife,” she says. “They
don’t just come to check ‘rain
forest’ off their lists.”
At the small
resort, the mostly Costa Rican
staff gives lots of personal
attention. Waiters Freddy and
Eylin issue a warm buenos
días as guests meander to
breakfast for rich Costa Rican
coffee and traditional foods
such as beans and tortillas,
with eggs. Freddy and Eylin
coach a little Spanish—and
Freddy welcomes additions to his
English vocabulary. When I
finally learn to say terminé,
to indicate I’m finished with
the addictive banana pancakes,
Eylin’s smile metes out the
equivalent of a gold star.
After
breakfast, visitors can “thrill”
or “chill.” For the former,
choices range from zip lining in
the forest to surfing some of
the Pacific’s best waves. For
the “chill” factor, forested
switchbacks lead to natural-spa
tide pools for a surf-kissed
soak. Hiking can be gentle or
taxing, guided or not. Bosque
perches high on Cape Matapalo,
so walking to the Golfo Dulce
takes about an hour, to the
Pacific about 15 minutes. Then
there’s the climb back up.
After such
treks, guests use Bosque’s
blackboard to chalk up names of
wildlife they spy on the trails.
But guide Philip Davison says,
“The only living creatures I can
guarantee you’ll see in the rain
forest are termites and ants.”
Strange as it seems, that turns
out to be pretty exciting. Our
group soon appreciates termite
nests, which look like old
knapsacks draped onto tree
trunks but that are vital to
this ecosystem. Lines of
leaf-cutter ants, each hauling
greenery twice its size,
fascinate us.
The resort can
make arrangements to sample a
bit of the Osa beyond Bosque. As
a romantic alternative to
Bosque’s delicious
dinners—served family-style so
guests can swap stories of the
day’s adventures—nearby Lapa
Rios Ecolodge makes a lovely
choice. Also worthwhile is Lapa
Rios’ “Medicine Walk” through
the rain forest with biologist
and indigenous shaman Danilo
Alvarez. Participants see
botanicals for everything from
baby powder to surgical sutures.
For another
terrific experience, Bosque can
set up kayaking expeditions with
outfitter Escondido Trex. While
paddling, we ask guide Josh
Sibley about Costa Rica’s lack
of a military force. “Oh,” Josh
says, “The pelicans and the
frigate birds are our air force.
The turtles and dolphins are our
navy. We’re peaceful.”
Josh moved
here from Seattle because, he
says, “the Osa has everything I
love. Costa Ricans know they
have something special, and they
want to share it. They’re happy
to see tourists come.” Then he
adds with a laugh, “Maybe it’s
because they know you’ll be
leaving.”
When that time
comes for us, we’re
heavy-hearted. Freddy takes our
breakfast dishes away, and I
tell him lo siento de salir,
I’m sorry to leave. I make fists
and touch my eyes to symbolize
tears. Freddy balls a fist with
his free hand and holds it to
his eyes. “También,” he
says, and I feel that he truly
means it, that he also is sad to
see us go.