I arrived in Italy and the Earth moved. Wow.
Yes, there was an Earthquake last night. The news article I read said it was a 5.8, but I dunno, it felt more like a 5.7.
It happened at about 3:30 in the morning and Mary and I woke up, our other roommates Kelsey, Natalie and Roxana slept through it.
It wasn't too bad in Rome, mostly just bouncy. My bed was shaking enough to wake me up and I spent a minute looking around at everything to make sure it was actually wobbling before I said anything. It was kind of hard to tell, because I am sick and it was dark and I don't wear my contacts to bed. After I was 98% sure it was an earthquake I said to Mary, who sleeps in the bed closest to mine, "Hey, is this an Earthquake?"
Because, you know, I try to ask only the questions I already know the answers to.
Then Mary roles over and says "No, go back to sleep," which totally ruined my whole 'wise and all-knowing' routine.
But I didn't want to argue with her because I was tired. So, I pulled the blankets over my head and went back to sleep.
This morning we were talking about it and Mary says that she REALLY said "I don't know, go back to sleep," But I like my version better. It was kind of hard to tell what she said because she was using her mumbling, I'm really asleep voice.
Apparently the epicenter of the quake was near L'Aquila. It killed at least 50 people and more than 10,000 houses were damaged.
That is too bad. I feel sad for L'Aquila.
Also I am worried. We are headed South in May and I heard that they have Earthquakes there. Big ones.
I'll probably be okay, maybe earthquakes are like lightning and it won't strike twice during this trip.