The Sun’s Refuge

People say that in Bejuco, the sun rests twice. First when it touches the sea at sunset,

and again when it hides behind the rooftops and palm trees, leaving a glow in the air that never fully fades.

At that hour, when the light turns golden and shadows stretch long, everything seems to breathe differently. A soft wind drifts from the palms, the birds return to their nests, and silence takes shape among the trees.

It was there, in that calm between brightness and breeze, that Casa Oasis was born—

a place where the day never quite ends, and the night arrives slowly, without hurry.

Some guests say that if you stay still on the terrace at dusk, you can feel the warmth of the day turning into a quiet that surrounds you. Others swear it’s the sound of the pool’s water

that makes time dissolve.

Whatever the reason, everyone agrees on one thing: at Casa Oasis, rest has its own rhythm.

It isn’t just a beach house; it’s that instant between light and silence, where the body softens and the mind learns to see without thinking.

Casa Oasis — a place where the sun always lingers a little longer.

Old neighbors say that before there were roads, the volcano used to speak— not with words, but with mist.

When a family felt uneasy or a traveler lost their way among the coffee fields, Poás would send its white breath to cover everything. Those who understood its message knew when to stop and when to move on.

Many years later, as the valley filled with houses and laughter, that same mist kept descending every afternoon, right on time, as if it were still watching over those who choose to stay.

Some guests say that at dawn, if you open the window in silence, you can feel how the steam from your coffee blends with the volcano’s haze. And for a moment, everything stands still.

Nubes del Poás was born right there—where calm becomes visible. It’s not just a cabin; it’s a pause. A refuge that breathes with you.

Fishermen from the shores of Bejuco say the sea has a memory— that it never forgets the names of those who listen to it without fear.

At dusk, when the waves strike with force and the wind tangles through the palm trees, some claim to hear a murmur within the surf. It isn’t the sound of water or wind. It’s something older—a deep voice that seems to tell stories no one ever wrote.

Inspired by that legend, Refugio Poseidón was born: a place where the sea speaks in a low voice,

and silence answers with gratitude.

Sometimes, if you stand at the shore just before nightfall, you can feel the sand vibrating beneath your feet, as if it remembered every step ever taken.

That is the true calm of Bejuco— not the absence of noise, but the harmony of everything that lives within it.

Refugio Poseidón was created for those who seek a quiet that moves, a rest that breathes with the rhythm of the tide. It’s not just an apartment by the ocean; it’s the echo of something that has always been here, waiting to be heard.