Yesterday, I experienced my first earthquake, but it wasn’t the scary, ground-shaking experience I imagined it would be. Saúl and I were shopping in Mexico City and all of a sudden, people stared rushing for the exits. They did so the most impressive manner - quietly, orderly, and most importantly, quickly. We didn’t feel the earthquake, but Saúl pointed to some of the hanging signs from stores in the mall that were swinging. We followed the crowd into the street, and then, because Uber fares were surging, walked about a mile to the beautiful center of Coyoacán, where a police car drove by, blaring the “all safe” message from its speaker system. We celebrated with ice cream. As someone who grew up in Florida and evacuated for hurricanes even when many people stayed, I was impressed by the response of the people here to immediately get to safety. Saúl told me that before the earthquake in September, the response times may have been slower, but we were both glad to see that people took this seriously and helped one another to safety.