By the time we got to Madrid we had all agreed to cut Lisbon out of the equation, we were clearly just too worn out. From the Madrid station we set out in search of a hostel so that we could drop our packs and set out on the town. For some reason we were having no luck at all finding a place to stay, so after a couple hours of searching, an overnight train ride to Lisbon wasn't sounding to bad. After we had almost convinced ourselves to jump back on the train, Aaron some how was able to locate a hotel that still had a room left. Once we got in and booked our room we inquired as to why all the hotels were full. The attendent told us that it was gay pride day, and that the festivities were about to start. Also, there would be a parade later followed by a concert. By the time we did leave the hotel and head out, the srteets were already starting to fill up. In fact, the main roads were already closed off to traffic. Besides that, there were so many spectators out watching that it would have been impossible for anyone to get through even if they wanted. We didn't hang around for the parade, but what we did see was interesting enough...lol! From there we toured around town, did a little shopping, and grabbed a bite to eat. That night back in the hotel we discussed what our plans would be for the next day. Since we had cut out Libon, and felt it was still to early to head to Pampalona (I was off on my days, the bull run doesn't start until the 7th not the forth), we decided to spend one more day in Mardid. On the 4th we all celebrated by sleeping in...lol! we did however make it in time before the hotel quit serving breakfast. Continental breakfast at the hotel included eggs and bacon, and it was just what the doctor ordered. After that we set off for the train station to make reservations for the next day to Pampalona. Once we made our reservations we combed the city for about three hours trying to find a laundry mat. We only found one because we ran into a couple from Arkansas who had a guide book with one in it, it's funny that none of the locals even knew they had one. All I knew is that we were down to our last thread of anything resembling clean clothes and we wern't about to give up until we found one. the rest of that evening we just took it easy and relaxed in Madrid.