The trip to Madrid

There were many anecdotes on the voyage to Madrid and this is just one of them: the day that we come to the hotel we discovered that there was a door in the corridor where were our rooms moved alone.  On the first night at the hotel in our room (I was with Mario and Martí) rare noises were heard, and we said jokingly that they were ghosts.  At one o'clock in the morning yet i hadn't slept, but Mario and Martí had already asleep long, and at that time I began to listen to someone speaking in the room in a strange language.  After a little investigating I discovered that the noises made them Mario, then woke him up and told me that it was sonámbulo. Then we wake up to the Martí and we were talking and laughing until four in the morning.