Fuerza Chile!

Saturday morning when I woke up...or, ehrm, Saturday, when I woke up...I went on a pre-brunch walk along Goleta beach, frowning at the workers piling sand. Construction work, on a Saturday? Strange. How do the unions work here?

When I got back a while later, I read my email. The first one was from Mom begging me not to go surfing because of all the tsunami warnings in the Pacific. Tsunami warnings? It turned out that the tsunami surge from the Chilean earthquake the same morning had hit Santa Barbara while I was strolling. Apparently the water rose 2.3 ft, roughly 70 cm. That solved the mystery with the sand piles. I didn't notice anything though, and felt a little disappointed that I missed a real tsunami.

Later, when I asked my Chilean friend Alvright about it, he told that no one he knew was hurt, but when he returns to Chile, the school is postponed one week.