Australian Journal Redux: Day Five/New Zealand Day Six
Finished a terrific workshop, great people, then a massage, then to St. Patrick’s Church, built in 1855. Finally, dinner with Libby at Quay Restaurant, overlooking the harbor. Next day we flew to Christchurch in New Zealand, but not before the Qantas
Australian Journal Redux: Day Four
Second wonderful day here, group is making terrific progress in ideas to dramatically expand and enlarge their businesses. Rob Nixon stopped by and he took Libby and me to Doyle’s on the beach in Watson’s Bay by water taxi. On the
Australian Journal Redux: Day Three
We had a wonderful first day in Six to Seven Figures, my newest workshop. Wonderfully diverse group, engaged in the hard work required to change thinking processes, the key ingredient for major business growth. Dinner at Aria, the best meal I’ve
Australian Journal Redux: Day two
An uneventful 14-hour flight, only five of us in first class. Qantas has improved both the quality of the pajamas and the softness of the beds! I slept for 8 hours. I try to have a quick dinner and read
Australian Journal Redux: Day One
On Sunday I began thinking that my connection to Sydney in LAX today would be too tight, since LA was getting some turbulent weather. I called Amex Black Card, but they couldn’t come up with any good alternatives, and told
Ireland Journal: Day Five
Day Five Four Seasons Hotels are always quite nice, but this one was exceptionally so. I found out that a contributing factor was that two former Irish Prime Ministers are in residence here. There is a handful of Bentleys and Rolls
Ireland Journal: Day Four
Great conclusion to the program this morning. We had people from Ireland, the U.S., Germany, and the U.K. (despite the snowstorms). My favorite line: “They never used to throw me the ball, and when they did, I dropped it.” Toured Dublin,
Ireland Journal: Day Three
Day Three The Self-Esteem Workshop was a blast with twelve hardy souls, unfortunately four people from the UK couldn’t get here because of the snow. Andy Bass sauntered in having come from Manchester, telling me, “There’s always a way!” Only people with
Ireland Journal: Day Two
I stayed up until 3 in the morning watching the Super Bowl and awoke at 9:30 this morning to find snow falling. The limo driver told me yesterday that it never snows in Dublin, only “up in the mountains.” You
Ireland Journal: Day One
This has been travel like the old days. The car brought me to Logan Airport, where I walked to an empty (of passengers) Aer Lingus counter, then went through a deserted security line (this is 6:30 pm on a Saturday)