After having lived in California 7 years and never felt a tremor, I´m happy to report I felt my first earthquake...tremor if you will, after 3 weeks in Peru. I was sitting down at the kitchen table with my host brother and mother, when the windows started rattling. I thought nothing of it, since the neighborhood is wrought with strange noises. Roosters at all hours of day and night, cars struggling up the incline, dogs barking, and 2 opposing sides blaring the issues on the megaphones strapped to the tops of their vehicles. My mom & brother jumped up and stood in the doorway. I realized what was happening and stood in the doorway. Then we went outside. All the neighbors were outside. I said ¨Buenas noches¨ to them all, then finished my dinner of rice, potatos, some delicious meaty stuff and beans. Yummy. Did I mention my pants don´t fit?
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