Sunrise in the mist
You climb to the highest walkway before the sun. The cloud lifts off the valley and, for a few minutes, the whole forest is made of light.
2 horas
Valle de Cocora · Quindío · Colombia
Return to nature.
Return to yourself.
The refuge
Five concrete-and-glass houses, scattered through cloud forest and joined by elevated walkways.
Nothing here competes with the mountain. The architecture withdraws — raw concrete, wax-palm wood, glass left to the weather — so that the forest stays the subject. You arrive to fewer things, arranged with intent: a bed turned to the valley, a bath open to the rain, a single long table where the day is gathered.
The suites
The highest suite, often inside the cloud. White and pale-gray interiors.
Wood-clad, warm and intimate. Named for the yarumo tree.
The lowest, most sheltered house, beside the water. Named for the colombí dove that nests in the forest.
The tallest suite, overlooking the valley of wax palms.
The gathering house, beside the long table. Open, social, made for arriving and for returning.
Experiences
You climb to the highest walkway before the sun. The cloud lifts off the valley and, for a few minutes, the whole forest is made of light.
2 horas
A slow walk with no destination, guided by silence. Breathing the wet air of the cloud forest as a way of standing still.
3 horas
A single table, a wood fire, and produce from the valley. A long dinner where the guests of all five houses meet.
Una noche
The place
Cocora is a valley of superlatives kept quiet. The wax palm — Colombia's national tree, the tallest palm on earth — rises sixty metres out of the cloud, and the forest below stays in perpetual half-light, breathing mist.
EDEN sits at the upper edge of that forest, reached by a single road and then by foot. From the suites, the valley is weather you watch arrive: rain walking up from the river, cloud filling the gaps between trunks, the light turning amber for twenty minutes before it goes.
Journal
Why such a hard material is the most honest one to build with in a forest that is never dry.
Read →The wax palm takes eighty years to reach its height. Building beside it forces you to think on another scale of time.
Read →No television, no pool, no programme. A defence of boredom as a luxury.
Read →Five suites. By inquiry only.
Tell us when you'd come and which house calls you. We answer every message ourselves.
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