Halfway between the Puig de Randa and the town of Montuiri, Cas Sestadors was born in the shade of two agricultural sheds that have been there for thirty years.

Like a soft body, the house conquers the space under roofs, flowing between the Cartesian sea of concrete pillars. The house absorbs them in its center and setting them back on the perimeter, it generates eaves, terraces and porches; it enhances its constructive beauty and preserves the insulating continuity of the new ventilated sandstone skin. A new coating for this way of living among sheep, all “made in Mallorca”.

The terrace to the South extends beyond its porch to find a pool that, dressed as a garden pond, assimilates the ethnological rhythms of the qanawat of Son Trobat, the hydraulic system that feeds the agricultural development and dates back to the Middle Ages.

A bridge between these two cabins gives rise to the cloister, the entry patio to the house. An entrance that is also a kitchen; it is the machine that makes living a habit ... three times a day ... a vital tuning fork that gathers, connects, nourishes and occasionally fulfills.

Each deck houses its own living room, introspective to North (reading and small stove) and extroverted to South (table talk and chitchat). And finally, located at the poles furthest from the entry, are the bedrooms; for friends, children and the master bedroom, all absorbed by the deep views of the surrounding landscape framed by the carob tree forest that surrounds Cas Sestadors.