I wouldn't describe myself as superstitious, or as someone who bases decisions on predictions or star alignment. Never believed in the evil eye... but how much could it hurt to lightly spit three times on someone who has been complemented just in case. For those Greeks out there you know the drill, someone says you look nice and then they spit on you three times, not twice... not four times, three. Let me go on record here, that I've never actually been hit by saliva, it's more of a air blowing, kinda "pfth, pfth, pfth" sound comes out your mouth.
My family in general is a bit superstitious, interpreting dreams, and telling the future based on physical facts, like coffee cup grounds. My one grandmother read coffee cup grounds, socially not professionally! You always knew when she saw something not so good, she would clear her throat three times before she told the person what she saw. Not twice, not four times, three. I even admit to putting the jordan almonds that you receive at weddings under my pillow when I was single. Tradition said, whoever you dreamed about that night would be the person you married. What could it hurt to sleep with a few almonds under my pillow right?
I do believe in signs, the alignment of events, or random coincidences that show themselves to me as a sign of something that was meant to be. Thus my sheer joy in finding out my new address. My house number is the same as my Yiayia Kalliope, my "non-reading coffee cup grounds grandmother" who I was named after. As my aunt recently said, how nice that there is another Kalliope living at 831. Yiayia's been gone from her 831 for almost exactly 20 years from the day I moved into my 831. I hope that I will be as happy in mine, as she was in hers.
Can someone send a "pfth, pfth, pfth" my way please. You know, just in case.