Alive & Well

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As the title says I'm doing just fine. We had a quite an earthquake last night at about 2:30 am, a 7.1 on the Richter Scale but the epicenter was somewhere out sea so it was there was virtualy no damge here in La Ceiba. I here tell that San Pedro Sula reported some structural damage but I think all in all we really missed a bullet. There was also talk of a possible tsunami and I discovered something about myself...I won't survive a naural disaster. I'm one of those people that you hear about after a tragic that ignored all the warnings, lost their life and in the end proved themselves an idiot. I probably should have gotten up out of bed, packed a bag and moved to higher ground; instead I rolled over went back to sleep and had a strange dream about my friend Becca Serra. Of course nothing happened, not even a ripple at the beach; I'd like to say I was right but I think I was lucky. All that to say, I'm fine and well and just really tired. Blessings to you. Peace!
- matt

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Unknown said…
Mateo - next time - come to our house and "hide" upstairs in our house - "should" be high enough from a tsunami - granted - we are only 8 blocks from the beach - so maybe not. Ah well...
May 29, 2009 at 7:30 AM
Anonymous said…
We were amazed to see that it took out a whole section of the democracia bridge, but grateful to hear La Ceiba was unscathed.
http://noticias.latam.msn.com/articulo.aspx?cp-documentid=20075875
Mike
June 8, 2009 at 11:11 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi there Matt,
My name is Malerie, I found your blog through EMM site. But I'm glad you survived the earthquake! I was visiting in Siguatepeque that night, and ended up in Roatan the day after. Crazy stuff, huh? I also rolled over and decided it was meer tremors, and went back to sleep, but it was not nearly as strong where we were either. anyways. I'm gonna read on in your blog, I'm hoping to find a way to get back down to Honduras for longer term, so I'm sure your blog will be interesting. :) blessings!
June 13, 2009 at 10:57 AM
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