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The conference provided mats outside the workshop tents for people to lie down and rest. Thoughtful, no?
Streetscape. Everyone must have a hat.
Colour and doors, magnificent old doors everywhere.
Funnily enough, when I looked back at my blog posts from August 2015, when I was here with my friend Annie, I found this exact shot. Unchanged.
The courtyard of the Instituto Allende.
And now for something completely different – the Aeromexico flight back. A movie theatre shaped like a silver tube. Surreal.
I’m happy to be home, rich with all I heard and learned. Am talking to two possible social media advisors on Friday, am editing madly for my class tomorrow – back to work! – and am beginning the long complex process of applying to the conference as possible staff next year, much documentation needed.
Toronto is cold, but I have a warm coat, and the house is warm. And now time for the six o’clock news and wine and dinner. Contented sigh.
But – an argument with my daughter about the Wet’suwet’en protest. She thinks, because I disagree with it, that I’m borderline racist and wrong. I think, because she believes that Indigenous Canadians should have unquestioned control over many thousands of acres of Canadian land, that she’s unrealistic and self-righteous. So I’m feeling old. But home.