We arrived in Madrid late due to mechanical problems at Heathrow. All so tired. The hotel is nice. The room has a living room and then a sliding door into the bedroom, which works out well for thlse of us (me) who don’t recover well from jetlag. I’ve sequestered myself in the outer room since I’m awake anyway.
There was red wine last night at the restaurant up the street from the hotel that we immediately recognised as an establishment used to tourists as the hostess took one look at us and gave us English menus.