Of course I’m superstitious. It’s part of my Cuban DNA.
I come by it honestly. As a Cuban baby I had the mandatory black azabaché (to ward off the Evil Eye, Envy, Illness, Bad Luck and Violence) pinned to my clothing before I was even able to open my eyes to the world.
I still look at my watch and wince a little when we’re at the beach and my kids want to go right back in the water after they’ve eaten. The no-bathing-for-three-hours rule is so ingrained into my being that I immediately have visions of them having a patatú – a seizure-like fit. (Or it can also be a quite tasty drink made with Amaretto, Gold Rum, Curacao, orange juice and grenadine, but that’s not important right now. =D)
I’ve told you before about Cuban math and the Charada China.
Yes. Superstitions, old wives tales, erroneous and bizarre beliefs, taboos, omens. It’s like a Cuban national pastime. 😉
And then because Halloween is coming up I kind of started thinking that "Hey! We have a black cat and she crosses my path like a dozen times a day. . . hmm . . . how is this affecting my life??"
(I’m just saying. . .)
"Thanks for being a pal and taking that stupid laptop out of this ever-so-comfy hide-a-bed."
~ The Cat Bastet
I think it is 1/2 hour. I mean, really, if it were 3 hours how could anyone ever swim! I love the pictures of the cats! Isn’t it wonderful that God gave us animals to make us smile? Nice talking to you yesterday!
But isn’t she gorgeous?
Oh my gosh…those rules…And any post with patatu is a good one!
Carrie -About using the word “patatu” in a post – I knew I couldn’t go wrong. =D