Sleep did not come easily. Cars passed outside, playing loud music. Somewhere in the corridor, a television was on with the volume high. At midnight, the voices next door became louder. At two in the morning, someone laughed and knocked on a door. Luis turned over and sighed. “I can hear everything.” “Try putting a towel by the door,” Marta said. “Maybe it will block some noise.” It helped a little, but not much. They finally slept after three o’clock. In the morning, they went down to reception. The same man was there, now with a cup of coffee. Marta spoke calmly. “Good morning. Our room is very noisy, and the bathroom door doesn’t close. The Wi-Fi is very weak. Is it possible to change to a quieter room?” The receptionist looked at the screen and frowned. “I’m sorry. We…