Daily Archives: 12/05/2009

La Salsiccia di Phillip, Phillip’s Sausage

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It was whilst delivering the final day of the NLP Practitioner course in Vicenza, Italy, that I realised that the participants had remembered what I had taught them on my last visit.

Not only had the remembered “Antonio” (“Fred” or “Mustapha“), but “Oh Poo Poo” and “Phillip’s Sausage“.

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la salsiccia di Phillip

la salsiccia di Phillip


The Phillip's Sausage

Phillips Sausage


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A quick trip to Italy

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It was only for a few hours, but what a privilege to work with the participants in Vicenza, Italy on the NLP Italy NLP Practitioner course, realising they had taken in what I had taught them on a previous meeting. (see next blog).

I had opened the course a couple of weeks ago with a bad chest infection, and being part of the training team within NLP Italy, it was other trainers to guide the participants through the course, and I returned to the UK to give other courses.

Sunday saw me on the British Airways flight from London’s Gatwick airport to Verona. (see My Trip to Verona as a Tourist)

A very expensive 10 minute taxi ride (30 Euro) to the railway station from Verona’s airport, and then a relaxing train journey to Vicenza saw me at the Tiepolo Hotel where the NLP Practitioner course was being held, and it was a strange sensation to see faces I recognised, I did not know I was to work with participants I knew.

Even more strange was to see Owen Fitzpatrick, a fellow Society of NLP Trainer, who I had not seen for a couple of years, and I was to take-over from on the course. Owen and myself, along with Alessio Roberti had started the road of NLP at the same time many, many years ago.

Owen Fitzpatrick
Owen Fitzpatrick

In the evening, Owen returned to Ireland, and all the participants and assistants either went home or went about their own business, leaving me to walk the streets of Vicenza on my own, to eat a sandwich in my hotel room by myself. No-body loves me. But it was a wonderful view from my window to the snow capped mountains and rooftops. I can relax.

View from the Tiepolo Hotel, Vicenza
View from the Tiepolo Hotel, Vicenza