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Reggio

 I spent the day in Reggio Emila.
This morning began with a walk after breakfast of shaved meat and some blue corn tortilla chips I had with me from home.   Next, we convened as a group at the Loris Malaguzzi Center for an orientation and introductions.  For lunch they served us an incredible meal and for me they had gluten free tortellini and pasta and pizza with a big salad and steamed vegetables...HELLO ITALY!  It was wonderful.  I spoke with so many amazing educators from around the world.  I ended up in a deep conversation with a beautiful Reggio liaison from Israel.  She was an inspiration and reminded me of the deep value in developing WHO we are in order to see real changes in HOW we operate.  Next, we went on a walking tour of the city.  My group was led by Amelia Gambetti's husband and he showed us the city through a lens of history and story telling.  Now we prepare for a late supper with a few friends.
 It is beautiful here!  Ripe with color and beauty and history and art.
 Each alley opens up with possibilities, whispering of new sights and smells.  I wish I could take them all.
We stumbled on an antique car show and I snapped this photo for my David.  I will post more pictures as I go.  The internet is slow here, functioning on Italian time, so brevity will be primary.

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