Earthquake and the Inca Blues

Saturday morning, when we woke, David said that he had felt an earthquake in the night. I didn’t feel it; but sure enough, there had been a 4.4 quake north of Lima.

David left for work around 7:00 and shortly after, I was out for my jog along the park in the picture. As you can see, it is fairly high up on a cliff. About 25 minutes into my jog, people around me got really excited and bolted for the center of the park. Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me there as well. I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but soon found out that there had been another earthquake. This one was about 20 miles north of Lima and a 5.4….and I hadn’t felt a thing!

Looking at the cliff, you could see the dust from the ground that had crumbled. People from the apartment buildings had come running out. One lady looked as though she had been in the shower. Her hair was wet and she had a bathrobe on.

By the time I got back to my building, everything was safe and back to normal. Still, I took the stairs to get to my apartment instead of the elevator. Plus, I was really grateful that I wasn’t in our 11th floor apartment when the quake happened.

Remember I mentioned my wonderful lunch that I had at the hospital? Well, foolishly, I ate the salad instead of the soup….and paid for it yesterday. It hit me about noontime and I just landed on the couch for the rest of the day. It is like having the flu…you just ache from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes. The diarrhea part didn’t kick in until about 5:00. Today, Sunday, I am feeling about 95% back to normal….not much energy and my stomach hurts a little. I think the worse is behind me and for that, I am grateful. Last time, it was a week long affair!

Today, we have been invited to a co-worker’s apartment for an afternoon soiree. In two days, we will be flying home. I do hope that spring will decide to come to Maine about the same time!

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