Yes, Tsunami was the first thing that came to my mind on the first hours of Friday the 13th of April.  I was almost asleep around 12pm on thursday night.  Not partying as I would like to think of, but breastfeeding Annika, who's feeding schedule is very predictable.  I had just closed my eyes when I felt a violent movement on my bed.  I woke up and realized everything was moving.  We were on the 8th floor of the Emporium Hotel and lights were off for most of the hotel.  It was indeed an EARTHQUAKE. The worst was that just a week ago there were some news about a tsunami somewhere in India (I think) anyway, my mind went directly to the Tsunami….How long before we can see the big wave coming? are we safer up here on the 8th floor? or should we go down. How should we take the sleeping kids down the stairs?  Jesus, all these questions were on my mind when, all of a sudden another earthquake came.  

We were all awake except the kids and we started taking turns to look at the sea to see if there were any signs of a shrinkage of water at the beach.  Looking back I think if it had been a Tsunami there would be not enough time for anything, specially with a baby and two kids.  I honestly wanted to leave Acapulco straight away.  I almost booked us on the next flight to Mexico city, but didn't do it at the end.  The next morning when we came downstairs we saw a lot of people camping at the lobby, many kids slept at the lobby and when we saw the news we realized that many people in fact left their hotel rooms.  While on our floor we were all out talking to each other, deciding what to do.

The following night we experienced yet another earthquake, but this time a lot weaker.  Nothing happened, thank god, but the feeling that you are very unsafe and that there is not much you can do about it is not good.