I paid $250 to stay in a plastic tiny house dome in New Zealand in the middle of winter. I thought I’d freeze but by morning, I didn’t want to leave.

And even though it was winter at this time of year in New Zealand, I was eager to leave my home city of Denver, Colorado, and explore the country’s landscapes by booking lodging that seamlessly connected to the outdoors.

That desire led me to find Cross Hill Lodge and Domes in New Zealand’s Otago region, an area in the southern region of the country’s South Island.

Source: Cross Hill Lodge and Domes 

The property, which solely rents out geodesic domes, has six domes and a shared lodge at the edge of Lake Hawea.

As I neared my destination, the top of a white dome peaked through trees.

When I stepped out of my car and into the frigid air, fear set in. The plastic exterior of the domes looked wafer-thin, and I hoped the heating in the domes would suffice. I wanted to embrace the outdoors, but didn’t want to spend the night shivering in 40-degree Fahrenheit weather.

But there were no refunds and no turning back. I headed to Cross Hill’s communal lodge, where the host Stevie T greeted me. He showed me the lodge, which had couches, a TV, and a few desserts that were free for guests.

Then, we headed to dome six, which was my tiny house for the night.

I stepped inside and my worries vanished. The tiny house was warm thanks to a heat pump, and it was far more spacious than I anticipated.

Slippers and robes were waiting for me at the entranceway to the dome.

To the right of the entryway was a king-size bed. The bed faced a wide panel of clear plastic, which was partially covered by a row of curtains.

I pulled the cloth back and views appeared. The dome overlooked the property’s manicured gardens, four other domes, and mountains in the distance. As I looked out the window, I felt crisp, cold air seeping in at the base of the dome.

Stevie T reassured me that the dome would be warm for the night. It was heated, plus there was also a gas fireplace, a heated mattress, and heated bathroom floors. Indeed, I only felt the air when standing near the window.

As I moved past the bedroom, I passed a small table and a compact kitchen.

The kitchen had everything I’d need for a short stay with glassware, dishes, a coffee machine, and a mini fridge stocked with milk and cold water.

I passed through the kitchen and walked toward the back of the dome. Here, I found an entrance to the bathroom.

Later, I spotted more of the dome’s luxe details. Everywhere I walked, motion-sensor lights turned on. The bathroom had a towel warmer, and in the kitchen, I found a milk frother.

The amenities, stunning views, and cushy bed easily convinced me that I didn’t need to leave the dome — not even for dessert. So I settled in and turned on the heated mattress, which was like lying on a giant heating pad.

Around me, other visitors arrived. Similar to a camping tent, the domes weren’t very soundproof. I could hear couples debating what to have for dinner and discussing plans for the next day.

And I knew that they could see and hear me, too. With the privacy curtain open and my lights on, anyone walking by had a clear view into my dome.

But even with limited privacy, I was more connected to nature than in most other places I’ve slept. I felt at peace hearing birds chirping and rain dripping. I spotted rugged mountains and smelled wood burning from the lodge.

After eating the dinner I packed, I crawled into bed. The sun set and my dome was illuminated by the gas fireplace. Then, I realized I was missing one of the dome’s main appeals — the stars.