Tried to light a plastic cigar

Happy Three Kings Day! It's as big a deal as Christmas here. The kings bring the presents, although these days Santa Claus (aka El Gordo) brings some, too. On Three Kings Eve there are parades all over the city; aside from the three kings' being there, they're not much different from the typical US parade, with floats and little marching bands and people throwing candy. (They throw the candy much harder here though, so be careful.) One of the three kings is traditionally black and, if there's not an actual black man available, it's apparently considered socially acceptable for one of the kings to be in blackface. Joder.

Speaking of joder, I managed to not notice until I was entirely moved in that my bedroom does not have a heating unit. (Even when it's not very cold outside, Barcelona apartments get freezing in the winter. It's been like 60 degrees and sunny every day since I got here, but still I'm sleeping with a hat on.) And I don't know how to turn the hot water on. It's one of those scary gas on-the-wall contraptions that has to be lit or something, and it's Three Kings Day so no one is around to ask. And the washing machine leaves clothes soaking dripping wet. Joder. Maybe I'll just go ride the elevator up and down for a while.

PS. If you care, Three Kings Day is actually January 6, which is when I wrote this but not when I posted it.