I was woken at 6:51 am this morning to what I thought was a passing truck, but I soon realized otherwise.
The floor rocked the bed and rattled my doors and windows for what seemed like forever, though I'm sure it lasted no longer than 30 seconds, and I sat in the middle of bed, half wondering if I should be trying to find a doorway to stand in.
Earthquakes aren't unusual here; every public building here has a sign that has directions for what to do both "In case of fire" and "In case of earthquake" (sismo is the Spanish, by the way). There was an earthquake sometime last month, while we were eating lunch, but I didn't even notice.
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