As Adriano offered to give Spanish lessons, i booked his room. On arriving i was told 'No Spanish lessons this time'. 'Sorry' or 'an alternative might be' not being part of his vocabulary. So much for the trustworthiness of Adriano.
As he wasn't around, we were received by his girlfriend, with whom we had to share the apartment. She was a gentle, cooperative woman. Could it be her coming from the direction of Russia, that the place had the atmosphere of pre-iron curtain Eastern Europe?The area in which the house was located had the same somewhat depressing ambiance.
Since Sevilla has a lot to offer i surely will come back, but if you ask me if it will be with Senor Adriano, i'd probably say, 'not ..this time'.