That thar was an earthquake...

So I experience my first earthquake. Not a "first" I wanted to experience. It was a 6.3 on the Richter scale, so not too bad, I'm told, and it was short. My Spanish teacher was still here, my class was about over. Luckily, she's lived in Iquique for awhile, so she's used to them. She pulled me into the hallway of the apartment building-we just happened to be sitting next to the door so it was easy for us to do that. The ceiling lamps were swinging, things were rattling. It felt like I was standing next to a speaker at a rave. The feeling of bass, pumping through my body. But without the loudness of the music. Maybe some music would've been nice. Hmmm...