As any Hollywood producer will tell you it’s all about location, location, location! Choosing the perfect spot for your event can make all the difference when it comes to your wedding budget. By thinking outside the box you can save yourself a lot of headache and even more money! There are no rules to finding the ideal location and the traditional church ceremony followed by the ballroom reception are quickly becoming a thing of the past. And booking that 5 – Star hotel simply because your cousin had her wedding there is not the way to go when you are looking to stretch a dollar.What’s right and budget friendly for one couple may not be right and budget friendly for you. This is your BIG day after all and it should represent who you are as couple.
In the mornings, I took the short drive to breakfast at Longhi’s in The Shops at Wailea, a tony little mall. Longhi’s is best known for their fresh baked cinnamon rolls, but they also do a great job with eggs Benedict and Florentine, and other breakfast specialties.
Now, let’s discuss about this. Suppose you are at the receiving end, you met a person and he made certain opinion about you, it can be about your behavior or the way you carry yourself. Or he has read about you or has heard about you and based on that there was already some notion in his mind. You know that you are not what the other person is thinking or assuming about you. Will you make an attempt to correct that impression or assumption?
He dies when a large neon sign falls on him, but then his ghostly image appears in his old scarf to pass on some wisdom about the game. “Hey, crotch stain,” are his first words from beyond. Oh, what a GSI vs. GIA. I hope they all got paid well and enjoyed their time in Vegas.
When you interact with another, tell them the motivation for your interaction. When their response is puzzling to you, test your assumptions about why they are responding as they are. Curiosity will open the door to better relationships and more effective interactions”.
Chefchaouen is a town located 110 kilometers southeast of Tanger. The reason I went there is a bit of an interesting story. First, on the bus from the port of Tanger to the city, a man was trying to hustle me into joining him at this party “full of cocaine and girls” and stay at his house for the night, free of charge (I really wanted to believe him).
You were still giggling when his door clank shut. He stood sentinel against the door, grinning mischievously. Confused: A sordid miasma enveloped your thoughts. You were still staring at him blankly, when he pulled you into a rough embrace. You wriggled free, but he gave you a shove and you staggered backwards, falling on his mattress. Swiftly, he came over you and gagged your mouth. You could remember he lost a little control when you wrestled and kicked him back. His arm had flailed backwards, and hit your precious spectacles. Your eyes widened as your gem toppled over his table, and broke!