OK, so I thought that super long post was it, but a comment from my mother reminded me of a few parts I missed … all of which are earthquake related. There were two earthquakes during my stay in San Diego that directly affected me. So here we go again …
Tuesday evening our group decided to visit a restaurant that had been recommended. It was nice outside, so we were seated out on the patio. Towards the end of our meal, Denise’s cell phone rang. That in of itself was not too unusual as they had just been using them to make some calls home before it got too late. The tone that the conversation seemed to take from there was, however, unusual. As Denise hung up the phone, she told us that a relative (I think that’s who) called to tell her that she had just seen a tsunami warning issued for our area and that the wave was expected within about 30 minutes. “Ya right” I told myself. No way this was going to happen during our visit. We decided that was a good time to head back towards the hotel since we were on foot and about half a mile away.
On our way back I decided I’d try to give my father a call to see if he’d been watching the news or something and could confirm the warning, which seemed unreal to me at the time. When we spoke he hadn’t been watching the TV, and in fact it sounded like he had just recently arrived back home, and so couldn’t confirm or deny the warning. The hotel didn’t seem to be doing anything about the warning, if indeed one existed, as we arrived, so I almost immediately relaxed. How could a hotel on the beach not take something like that seriously if it did exist? Since Cindy and I needed to put a few finishing touches on our presentation which we were to give the next day, she stopped by my room where I had my laptop … and a TV. The TV immediately got flipped over to the weather channel after checking for “breaking news” and sat there for a few minutes before I caught sight of a ticker tape running along the bottom indicating that a tsunami warning had been issued, but that it had since been withdrawn. So, not only was it the first earthquake in the area since my arrival, it also was my first tsunami warning.
The second event was not quite as interesting, but it was more real for me. On Thursday afternoon I decided to sit out in the lobby of the hotel. Well, it’s not really the lobby, but more of a bar/lounge just off the lobby, which happens to be on the second floor, not the first. I had my laptop with me so I could fiddle with something for a while when I felt the building sway a little. I was so completely engrossed in what I was doing that I wrote the event off as the wind. Stupid, stupid, stupid (as only Tatyana can say)! Mike, my supervisor, came running from the elevator a few minutes later calling out something to the effect of, “Did you feel it?” … “Feel what?” … “The earthquake” … “When?” … “Just a few minutes ago.” No way I thought. I couldn’t have missed that. Then, bam!, I knew what I’d really felt just a few moments ago that I’d written off as wind. No way I should have felt the wind move the building that much, I was only on the second floor. If the building moved that much for wind there’s no telling what it would do in an earthquake. But it wasn’t the wind I’d felt, it *was* an earthquake. Cool. First time for me … and I wasn’t the only one to blame the wind either.