[Editor’s note: Matador is participating in this week’s #blog4NZ event, which is intended to raise travelers’ awareness about New Zealand.]
“Nobody can survive this.” That’s what ran through my head at 4:35am on 4th September 2010 as I crouched helplessly under my doorframe and our one hundred year-old villa violently rocked side to side. Furniture, books, and masonry flew across the room. Glass shattered in every direction. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but couldn’t hear my voice over the sounds of crashing and rumbling around me. For the first time in my life, I was terrified.