It was our last night in Santiago – the next morning we were heading south to Santa Cruz.
We were sitting on the couch & I was reading, aloud, details of something we were going to see when I barely heard the manservant whisper:
“We’re having an earthquake; we’re having an earthquake” … and got up and placed himself in the doorway (he’s Californian).
Nah, I just drank my wine too quickly; it was a similar swaying feeling. Then I noticed the lights swinging…
I said: “Really!! – you left me sitting on the couch while you went to save yourself?”
He said: “Well, I told you we were having an earthquake”.
Well, yes he did and yes there was an earthquake*.. but a bit of urgency in his voice might’ve got me off the couch!
* news link.