I can has earthquake?
I'm in Mexico City for work, staying in the lovely Sheraton Centro Historico, in a spacious room on the 26th floor.
This morning I stepped out of the shower and decided to open the bathroom door as the mirror was all steamed up. I pushed open the door, and it gently started to swing back closed, so I moved the solid trash can in front of it, and turned back to the mirror. Behind me I saw the door PUSHING the trash can. Well that didn't seem right - the trash can was pretty solid, and the door wasn't that heavy. Then I realized the door to the toilet was swinging back and forth.
Oh great, I thought, ghosts in my bathroom. After all, Mexico City is built over Aztec ruins.
Then I realized that *I* was swaying, and so was everything else.
I stepped into the bedroom to see the curtains and curtain rods swaying and banging against the wall.
"Earthquake?" I thought. I've never been in one. But there weren't any sirens going off, and traffic was still moving in the city down below. I made my way back the bathroom and realized I was having trouble walking and that the building was definitely swaying.
Well, I'm wrapped in a towel and on the 26th floor. So really, what is there to do? I sat down on the bathroom floor and waited for the swaying to stop
I wondered if perhaps it was incredibly windy outside, and this building was built to "give" more than it should.
Oh no, it was an earthquake. Well, the tremors from a 6.4 magnitude quake in southern Mexico.
So there's my excitement for the week - my very first earthquake - or as close as I ever want to be to one.
.
This morning I stepped out of the shower and decided to open the bathroom door as the mirror was all steamed up. I pushed open the door, and it gently started to swing back closed, so I moved the solid trash can in front of it, and turned back to the mirror. Behind me I saw the door PUSHING the trash can. Well that didn't seem right - the trash can was pretty solid, and the door wasn't that heavy. Then I realized the door to the toilet was swinging back and forth.
Oh great, I thought, ghosts in my bathroom. After all, Mexico City is built over Aztec ruins.
Then I realized that *I* was swaying, and so was everything else.
I stepped into the bedroom to see the curtains and curtain rods swaying and banging against the wall.
"Earthquake?" I thought. I've never been in one. But there weren't any sirens going off, and traffic was still moving in the city down below. I made my way back the bathroom and realized I was having trouble walking and that the building was definitely swaying.
Well, I'm wrapped in a towel and on the 26th floor. So really, what is there to do? I sat down on the bathroom floor and waited for the swaying to stop
I wondered if perhaps it was incredibly windy outside, and this building was built to "give" more than it should.
Oh no, it was an earthquake. Well, the tremors from a 6.4 magnitude quake in southern Mexico.
So there's my excitement for the week - my very first earthquake - or as close as I ever want to be to one.
.