Back in High School, when I somehow found myself in Mr. Outerbridge’s advanced placement math class in grade 12, I used to spend most of my time zoning out to avoid learning calculus, and drawing “The Beadle Dream House” on my lined paper in my binder.  My buddy Greg C and I would usually discuss the merits of helicopter pads and the use for having a grotto, and the fact that if this were in fact the Beadle Dream House, that it must be directly on the beach. Well I think I have finally found my spot.  This house that is made out of an old plane, high about the Pacific somewhere in Costa Rica. Check it!

Found via Waxin & Milkin