12 April 2014
A few weeks ago, there was a major 8.2 earthquake in northern Chile. Chile is a really, really long country, and here in the middle we didn't feel a thing, nor did we get the tsunami we were warned about. However, lest we forgot that we, too, are in the Ring of Fire, there was a little one right here in (or near) Viña a few days later.
In the same way that Inuit have multiple words for snow (which I know is not quite true but go with it), folks around here have multiple words for "earthquake." What happened up near Iquique was a terremoto. What we felt was a mere sismo, and turning on the news was about all the action our housemates took.
| A sismo preparedness meeting w/ our housemates. Yeah, that's it. |
This past Saturday, Kat and I visited Valparaíso for the Tall Ship (Velas) Festival. We took a boat tour of the harbor, and on one side, tall ships.
On the other side were the cerros (hills) of Valpo. There are 42 hills, and one of them had a lot of smoke wafting up.
| Shortly after the fire started |
| The glow is sunset; the fire is out of sight to the left. |
Winds were strong Saturday night, and the weather has been dry. Here's an example of what city planning looks like in Valpo.
| In case you're wondering, this area did not burn |
It makes for charming photos, but how in the world are bomberos (firemen) supposed to get a truck anywhere close to a burning building through that? I feel very lucky that the only effect I felt of those winds was that my underwear fell off the clothesline. The homes that were destroyed were mostly poor; why is that always how it works?
I have learned a new word this weekend: damnificados. Casualties; victims. It's Holy Week, and that feels like an important translation somehow, like it's closer to its English cousin than it first appears.
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