Some of my Californian Facebook friends were commenting that they had experienced a small earthquake recently, and it got me thinking back to 1997 when my hubby and I were in Los Angeles on our honeymoon.
It was the middle of the night and I was dreaming that I was walking down the street and the path suddenly turned into a giant wave.
When I woke up, I was aware of the bed moving and then the balcony doors shaking as if some deranged stalker was trying to break in from the outside.
Since it was the middle of the night, I was jet-lagged and half-asleep, I had no idea what was going on.
It wasn’t until my new hubby sat bolt upright and confirmed that the whole room was indeed shaking, that I finally realised that we were in the middle of an earthquake, which thankfully was over as quickly as it began.
The next morning we were anxious to get down to the hotel lobby to see what everyone was saying about the huge quake we had experienced the night before. However, when we got down there, there was no mention of anything out of the ordinary, and instead the receptionists were going about their business of giving out keys and ordering taxis just like any other day.
It later turned out the shake we had experienced was actually only about a four on the Richter scale and anything under a five is considered – to Californians at least – as just a teeny inconvenience. We, on the other hand, had been convinced that we were in the middle of the dreaded “big one” that we hear about often on the television.
So in the end our quake experience turned out to be nothing but a minor shiver and we continued our honeymoon without any further glitches. But one thing’s for sure, it certainly brought new meaning to the question, “Did the earth move for you my dear?”