Yesterday evening we experienced our first earthquake in Guatemala. It was the first time Jason could remember feeling an earthquake. We were sitting at our little table and things started rocking, I calmly said, we're having an earthquake, let's get in the door ... Jason grabbed the baby from his nap and we hung out in the door jamb for a bit. A 6.5 magnitude earthquake was hitting less than 100 miles away. Halfway through, I had the realization that construction here is nothing like in the States and being in the door jamb probably wouldn't actually help at all in the event of a damage-causing quake. Oops! I guess it was a good dry run (we had no damage) and next time we'll do our best to get outside or at least get ourselves underneath something sturdy.
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