We were on the rooftop terrace off our third floor apartment hanging up our laundry (like many here, we have a washer but no dryer) and the building started moving under our feet. We think it lasted more than a minute. If we’d been inside we’d have seen pendant lights and curtains swinging. People were pouring into the streets and chattering excitedly below us.
When the motion subsided, the minerally smell of stone grinding against stone wafted through the air. We finished hanging the laundry and calmed ourselves. Since the building was still standing, we decided to stay put in the apartment for a bit. This was my third earthquake, but it was hubby’s first and he did not like it one bit! He even felt a little queasy from the motion. Later we learned that the earthquake had measured 4.2 at the epicenter 25 miles away. No serious damage, just a little excitement for Dana and Paolo!
Paolo decided a nap would help him recover from the mini-trauma. My adrenalin was pumping, so I headed out to walk off lunch. I finished my shopping at Prospero, the bean store, and walked the streets of Lucca until dark carrying three kilos of beans. I picked up dinner on the way home; a slab of runny local Gorgonzola, freshly baked bread, pears and a bottle of prosecco. When I asked the proprietress at the fruit and veg shop for pears, she wanted to know when we would eat them. I told her and she selected two that were just the perfect ripeness for eating that day.
I love Italy!