YOU MUST HAVE A PHONE THAT WORKS IN SPAIN, plus the ability to figure things out on your own. We had set a time with Javier to meet the day before arrival, but no one was there. After an hour in the baking heat, we realized that the building door was unlocked and that the apartment keys were in the mailbox (luckily I have small hands!) Although I had told Javier that my phone doesn’t work in Spain and the best way to reach me is email or iMessage, they tried to call and then gave up. I finally got a message from him after 9pm (7 hours later), in which he implied that we had been late and were at fault. After some back and forth, he admitted that there was a miscommunication and offered us some free tapas.
The flat itself has a great view, but that’s basically the only good thing about it. The furnishings and amenities are poor (not enough water pressure to wash my hair, for instance) and instructions for using the place are absent or incorrect.
The staff at the Hotel Goya down the street was incredibly helpful — I’d stay there instead!