Huh? yah, that means Tremor in Spanish, and that what happened at about 3 a.m. this morning. A strong tremor. The whole building was rocking and shaking.
It wasn't the first tremor that I have experienced here, but definitely the strongest. The first time it was much more tame. I was standing in the bedroom folding towels and suddenly I noticed that the laundry wrack was shaking from side to side, the wind, I thought... but wait... I'm moving... wait, the building's moving... "EARTHQUAKE!" I ran to a door frame (that is what your supposed to do, right?) "Eliana! An earth quake is happening!" By this time the tremor had stopped, I was standing in the doorway, and Eliana was saying to me, "I thought it was my stomach grumbling."
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I hope she got a picture of you in the doorway! Much love
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ReplyDeleteIt was a hungry kind of a day! No pic to remember... but if you can picture greg plus pure terror, you've pretty much got it. A lot of laughter followed. Not Greg's.
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