We have eaten altogether too much food, both on this holiday in general but specifically today. This means we are both disinclined towards going anywhere to eat a substantial meal, and really going anywhere at all. So the tapas in the lobby bar feels oddly appealing, especially if we can hit happy hour, which we just about manage. A couple of gin and tonics ordered, we peruse the menu and order the bare maximum of what we think will be enough, and we still over-order - god bless America. My hero dish, so to speak, is the jamon croquettes, which are to be fair quite good, the right mix of crispy exterior and fluffy interior, served with a suitably rich aioli. Alasdair opts for the pan con tomate, which I nab a slice of and is very good indeed. We share some shishito peppers, as well as the “house olives blend”, which actually turns out to be a whole mix of olives and peppers and gherkins. Not bad, but I think we were both in the mood for just some olives. We tip a suitably indifferent barman and head back up to our room to lie down for a good long while.