Chile's earthquake: view from Santiago
When the earthquake hit Chile, my husband and I were at the coast, in Concón (this is the final weekend of summer). We were in an apartment on the eighth floor of a building on a cliff overlooking the sea – all very nice, but man, does that shake, rattle and roll unnerve you at 3:35am.
The thing about seismic activity is that you never know when it will start – nor when it will stop – so you don't know if you should just roll over and go back to sleep or get the hell outta Dodge ... we got out.… Seguir leyendo »