There I am, sitting, chillanxing, and just reading a book. Next thing I know I hear sirens, look up, and I see everyone just standing around in the main Plaza. Yes, color me confused. After a woman sits next to me as says, in Spanish to her baby, "lets sit and wait for the earthquake to pass." Exsqueeze me? I look down and my feet and there doesn't appear to be a quake, I know I'm not in Rancho watching a baseball game. Finally I ask someone what is happening and I am told that the city is doing a quake drill...wow, that's interesting and once the traffic starts moving a van pulls up and a bunch of people jump out the back with a bunch of bags and start assembling emergency tents in the Plaza. It was amazing to watch them go, and comforting to know that the whole city does drills and not just the schools. I just had to write about it.
After the commotion I meet up with a Peruvian friend for lunch and had a great time, a really great time, then I had great class. Yay for Peru!
Random factoid: I even mumble in Spanish.
La Cultura Cura
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