Nearly 2 months without a happy end. A story in three acts: hope, comfort, and then the bit where it all falls apart.

I booked for 1 month. Liked it so much I extended by another 3. Then got asked to leave after 6 weeks. If that sounds like the plot of a romantic comedy where the house breaks up with you — congratulations, you’re following along.

Act I: The Setup

The location is wonderful. Pleasantly less-touristy, which in Mallorca basically means you can walk 200 metres without being offered a sangria bucket or a boat party. The building is well-maintained, with only a few minor quirks — the kind you find charming in week one and bitterly ironic by the week they hand you an eviction notice.

It’s a great place to work, both indoors and outdoors. The dedicated coworking area can get noisy — visually and acoustically — but that’s coworking for you. If you wanted silence, you’d have stayed home. Oh wait, that’s the whole point of not staying home. Never mind.

Act II: The People (The Good Part)

As always with coliving, the experience lives or dies by whoever else is breathing in the building. And for once, I got lucky. The guest community genuinely worked. With around 13 rooms, there’s enough space for different personalities to coexist without anyone having to eat dinner in their bedroom to avoid small talk.

My personal favourites are the two smaller rooms — the quietest, least affected by street noise, and the closest thing to a sensory deprivation tank this place offers. If you can get one, do.

And a special shout-out to the community manager — not the owner, an important distinction that will become painfully clear in a moment — who was fantastic and brings genuinely great energy to the place. The kind of person who makes you think, “Right, this whole thing works.”

Act III: The Part Where It All Goes Wrong

You’ve noticed, perhaps, that everything so far has been lovely. The location: great. The building: solid. The people: wonderful. The community manager: a gem.

So naturally, the rating is 2 stars.

Because the experience ended with an unfortunate situation — the kind that tests whether a company actually stands behind its product or just stands behind its Terms & Conditions. And the communication with the owners that followed was… let’s be generous and call it “poor.” The kind of poor where you start composing emails in your head at 3am and none of them are polite.

It’s a particular kind of disappointment, really — the one where everything was set up for success, and the people at the top managed to fumble it anyway. Almost impressive, in a way. Like watching someone trip at the finish line of a race they were winning by a mile.