An earthquake on our arrival

After a 10 hour flight backwards in time we arrived in Los Angeles only 3 hours later. We left London at 10:55 and arrived at 14:15, traveling in brilliant sunlight at 35,000 ft all the way. We were greeted by an earthquake! Standing by the check-in desk as we waited to transfer to the local San Diego flight it felt as if the desk was rocking on the floor, or that feeling you get when you've been on a ship all day and then return to dry land. We commented it on it to the woman, wondering if it could be the precursor to an earthquake and whether we should head for the open door to the tarmac, and she said: "I thought it was just me." This surprised us, as we imagined all Angelenos would be used to the sensation.

Nobody seemed very concerned, but shortly afterwards it came on CNN that there'd been a 6.9 quake (later upgraded to 7.2), whose epicentre was near Callexico. When we arrived at San Diego everyone was talking about it as an exceptional occurrence, and had their own stories of pictures falling off walls and swimming pools overflowing.
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Our apartment is tasteful in the extreme, in coordinated shades of brown. In a condo, which is itself in coordinated shades of beige, just a block away from Balboa Park. So far Maxwell has been driving me to work, but shortly I intend to rent a bicycle as it's all level; and I'm hoping it will strengthen my weak knees. However it's well equipped and has an open air swimming & spa pool, just visible in the picture below, as well as a gym and games room.