Lisa 17
I attended two creative writing retreats at Coconat in a small group. The first time was wonderful; the old building has been gently renovated, so you still get a sense of its historic character. The second time was incredibly disappointing. Apparently, the original organizers handed over the running of Coconat to inexperienced interns. Two things made it impossible for me to go back to Coconat: A bottle of sparkling wine that we had put in the fridge for a birthday party (arranged with the Coconat staff) was simply stolen. When we inquired, we were met with nothing more than a shrug. The second issue was the blatant sexism we encountered at Coconat. We are older women, some of us queer. When we waited in line for food, we were served last, and the man at the counter was busy flirting (quite uncomfortable, even for the women being flirted with). When we complained, we were the problem. Sorry, Coconat. Never again.