The Private Round

There is a particular loneliness in building something. Not for lack of people — the calendar is full of them — but for lack of rooms where nothing needs to be performed.

So the House goes to Ibiza. Not the Ibiza of noise, but the island underneath it: olive groves, almond trees, a hilltop finca that has kept its silence for two hundred years.

Six days. Ten founders. One table.

We train in the morning and think in the shade. We put real problems on a shared table, work them in council and in workshop, and let sharper eyes look at them. Each evening opens with an apéro at sunset and closes at the fire — until the weekend comes, and the island gets its turn.

You will leave rested, but that is not the point. The point is to leave clearer — about the company, and about the person carrying it.

The programme

Six days, in rhythm

Mornings belong to the body, days to the work, evenings open with an apéro at sunset. Midweek ends at the fire; the weekend ends in town.

Day One · Tuesday 23 March

Arrival

Afternoon: Arrivals — the finca is twenty minutes from the airport. Rooms, a swim, the garden.
Sunset: The first Apéro on the terrace, as the valley goes gold.
Evening: The first Table, under the oak. One question is asked of everyone; the week begins when the last person has answered.
Night: Fire.

Day Two · Wednesday 24 March

Ground

Morning: Breath and movement on the lawn, before the heat. Then the first Council: each founder lays one real, current problem on the table. No pitching, no polish — the room works on it together.
Afternoon: Long lunch and siesta, then the first Workshop — Narrative: the story the company tells, and the one it should.
Sunset: Apéro in the garden.
Evening: Candlelit dinner in the gardens.

Day Three · Thursday 25 March

Body

Morning: Training at the open-air gym above the valley; ice bath, sauna, massage after.
Day: Down to the sea — a quiet cove, salt water, lunch by the beach.
Sunset: Apéro by the pool.
Evening: A simple dinner. Music at the fire, and nowhere to be.

Day Four · Friday 26 March

Perspective

Morning: The Walk — in pairs, through the hills to Santa Gertrudis and back. Then the second Workshop — Leverage: what to stop doing, what to double.
Afternoon: Free hours. The pool, the village, a phone call home.
Sunset: Apéro on the terrace.
Evening: The Salon: dinner with an invited guest whose work has nothing to do with yours — which is precisely the point.
Night: The weekend begins — into town for the first night out.

Day Five · Saturday 27 March

Resolve

Morning: A slow start, earned. Late practice, then the second Council: what each founder will stop, start, and continue — said aloud, written down, witnessed.
Day: A day on the water — out past Es Vedrà, around the island's western capes.
Sunset: Apéro at anchor, or back on the hill.
Evening: The last long Table. The good bottles.
Night: Ibiza, properly. The night the island is famous for — together.

Day Six · Sunday 28 March

Return

Morning: Breakfast without hurry. The pool, quiet.
Midday: Departures — carrying less than you came with, and more.

The forms of the week

Seven ways of being together

The Council

A working circle. One founder's real problem at a time, examined by nine others with no stake in flattering you.

The Workshop

Working sessions on the craft of building — narrative, leverage, the founder's own longevity. Notebooks out, doors closed.

The Walk

Two people, one hour, the old paths between the groves. Some things are only said sideways.

The Apéro

Every evening at sunset — a drink on the terrace as the valley goes quiet, before anyone sits down to dinner.

The Table

Long dinners, prepared by the house chef, that are the true schedule of the week. Conversation is the last course.

The Salon

An evening opened by a guest from another world — to remind the room how large the world is.

The Night

When the weekend arrives, so do we — Friday into town, Saturday into the night the island is famous for.

The house

A finca that asks nothing of you

Can Āylma sits on a hill over the valley of Santa Gertrudis, ringed by olive, almond and pine. Ibicenco walls, two hundred years old; interiors gathered from Bali, India, Nepal and Tibet. It is staffed, quiet, and entirely ours for the week.

Rooms: Seven bedrooms, each its own — one master suite with a seventy-square-metre terrace among the citrus trees. Rooms & places →
Grounds: Gardens, pool, open-air gym, ice bath, sauna and steam room, massage pavilion, the fire.
Care: House manager and daily staff throughout; chef's kitchen; every practical thing handled before it is noticed.
Situation: Twenty minutes from the airport, fifteen from the beaches, three from the village of Santa Gertrudis.
Company: Ten founders, chosen for the conversation they make together. No audience, no sponsors, no content.