Earthquakes are part and parcel of Mexico City’s past, present and future. Some parts of the world wait for ‘the big one’. CDMX simply waits for another big one. The wait is never long. We did not have to worry much about relatives. The first we heard of the quake was just a couple of minutes after the event when Mrs P’s dad called to say he was ok. We had no reason till then to think he might not be. The remaining friends and family members soon checked in with Mrs P. I made my own call to check on my nearest and dearest. Be rest assured, the remaining three turtles are all fine.
Mrs P and I lived in the south of the city, where there is more solid rock to build on, rather than sandy lake bed. Earthquakes don’t tend to be so damaging there. That’s one reason why there is piped gas. Alas, this time, the south did not escape the wrath of Mother Nature. The Soriana supermarket that I would frequent most weeks was flattened. And the school that claimed so many young lives was not far from home. Life is fragile at the best of times.
I still miss Mexico City. I’d still love to be there. But this is one of several reasons why we’re best of where we are. Where would we be if our house were destroyed in a quake? How would I pay my bills with so many classes cancelled, as would have happened this week? There’s so much more life in Mexico City than there is here. It’s just so easy to live it.