I can't remember exactly when, but recently I was still in bed enjoying the last few moments of sleep when I felt the ground shaking. I was enough asleep that I didn't pay attention to it (or thought it was part of a dream), and I didn't remember it when I woke up.
A week ago I noticed a new crack in the terrace ceiling, and when I pointed it out to Miguel, he mentioned that the earthquake that had recently hit south of us (maybe Honduras or Belize? - can't remember), had also sent tremors up our way. Ah - suddenly I remembered the shaking during my sleep, and realized it had not been a dream. Funny how memory can be recalled like that - something seemingly forgotten pops back into memory triggered by something else.
I have felt earthquakes before, usually in the pre-dawn mornings while still in bed. The strongest one was when I was living in St Catharines, and it rattled the condo and made the pictures swing. It's a freaky surprise, and one I never react to because I am not tuned into reacting to earthquakes. By the time I'm awake, it's usually over and I wonder if it was my imagination.
My house is built on rock, so I can only imagine the power of an earthquake so far away that could result in individual homes shaking enough to be noticed here on Isla. I hope I never get to feel the real deal here; the noisy, shaky ground we felt during Hurricane Wilma was close enough. And if I never experience another hurricane here, that will be just fine too!