Quaking in Kabul

I forgot one thing: we had an earthquake Tuesday night! It rumbled, my tummy jumped around a little and I ran outside to check with the guard. All was well. I went back into the house -- everyone else was at dinner -- and scoped out the place for a safe place to stand in case there was another rumble. Although the house was only one story tall, I fear that concrete ceilings pretty much guarantee pancake people post-quake.

My colleague Maureen, who was staying at a local hotel, called the front desk to ask what the commotion was. They told her it was a bomb -- perhaps to ensure she would never forget her first trip to Kabul?

Boom!