The "room" of Eric is not a room. Is a real flat, with a balcony that seems a terrace. I felt in a house. Not in a room. The space is very clean (something that a Portuguese always pays attention and I'm a puritan with cleaning), very bright, with lots of light (better for winter, I'm sure), but we can control heat by closing windows and curtains. We also have air condittionat. We have essencial things to cook, a fridge with ice, some jam and butter and peace during all day. Although it's far from the city center (always chaotic) this is in the city, but in a very elegant neighborhood, 5 minutes walking (with calm) to metro (Alfonso XIII), shops, cafés, gardens, restaurants. At night it's so quite that we can imagine we are not in 5 million inhabitants city. Eric was a wonderful host. He is an angel. He took to the hospital when I almost broke a finger. He took me to supermarket. I did not know what to say. He was always concerned about my finger and always available for any dutes. His wife was also very kind and worried with me. So, I just may say: VOLVEREI! Gracias, Eric. Para siempre.