We woke up to record-breaking cold temperatures today all over northern India. Breakfast was served in the colorful tent in front of the hotel and I wore the warm pashmina shawl my son gave me, but was sorry I hadn't also put on my wool jacket.
The Greeks believe the gesture of spitting wards off misfortune and stops the power of the Evil Eye. The tradition is a simple "ftou ftou ftou" delivered from the mouth of a wise old woman to the forehead of a vulnerable young one.
Perhaps nothing unifies Jews across levels of observance and backgrounds more than our adherence to superstitions involving babies. We Jews don't mess around with this stuff. Frankly, I find this curious.