Last night I decided to stay in for a calmer Friday night.
It didn't quite work out that way.
At about 8pm, one of my First Year's, Nina from Armenia came to me on a mission.
She was very excited and her accent is very strong generally so I was missing the message. But what I gathered was she wanted me to eat an extremely salty cookie before I went to sleep, as tonight was the night that this tradition happens in Armenia. Why? Because apparently, the salt is so intense you go to bed SOOO thirsty that you dream you are in a desert and the person who comes to save you with water is the person you will marry.
I tried to explain to her that 1. I generally don't remember my dreams and 2. I read somewhere you can only dream of faces you have already seen before, and what if I haven't met this man yet?
She wasn't having it.
So there I was at 10pm eating this god-awful creation of a cookie. I swear a fundamental requirement of a cookie is sugar. It was like salty-flour paste. Yum.
And I woke up none the wiser this morning.
Evenso, it was very UWC. Bless her.
For more information, Nina kindly sent me this link:
http://www.thearmeniankitchen.com/2012/02/sonia-tashjian-and-st-sarkis-day.html
PS- Nina claims she saw one of her childhood friends, and is now very worried.
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