I woke up delirious on Sunday morning (July 6) to my bed shaking. I was also feeling mareada from being dehydrated, but I
definitely felt an earthquake. Later in the news, I saw that it registered a
4.9, and the epicenter was close to where I was staying!
I knew my bed had to be shaking for a reason...
Contrary to what everyone asked me, I did not evacuate my room. Why? Well, I have zero training in how to react to an earthquake. If it was a fire or tornado, I would know exactly what to do. Having not lived in an earthquake-prone area, my first reaction was think, "Huh. I wonder what that is?"
This now means that Dad, John and I have all experienced an
earthquake while being out of the country this year. Is that a good stat to
have?
The villa where I was staying when I felt the earthquake.
The fancy toilet in the villa that has little relevance to this post.
Pura vida,
Jessica Lynn
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