A few years ago I was on holiday in Spain and stayed in a nice little inn just south of Madrid.
After a day I caught a bad case of the flu, and after sniffling and coughing and rolling around in the bed, I realised I needed medical attention, so I called down to the desk for help.
“Oh so you're sick,” they replied. “Don't worry, we'll send our very own hotel doctor up to your room right away.”
The doctor strolled into the room within minutes, and whilst I stuttered and tried to comprehend the situation, he gave me some medicine to ease the symptoms. When I finally stammered out: “I didn’t think the hotel would have their own doctor on call?”
He simply shook his head and cracked a smile, then said:
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inn physician.”
