When Did Philip II Of France Become King?

My go-to trick for booking a Hedonism II trip is to treat it like a festival: dates and vibes matter way more than the cheapest ticket. I usually start by picking the exact week I want based on crowd energy — party-heavy high season or quieter shoulder weeks — and then lock in flights and the resort right away. If you wait until the last minute you might get a bargain, but you’ll lose choice on rooms and transfers. I always compare booking directly on the resort site with holiday packages through well-reviewed tour operators; sometimes bundles include airport transfers, upgraded drink packages, or special event access that ends up saving money. Once my dates are set I choose rooms carefully. I read recent guest reviews to figure out which buildings are loudest at night and which sit closer to the clothing-optional areas or the calmer pool. If privacy matters, splurge a bit for a quieter location or a balcony room; if you want to be in the thick of it, choose a room near nightlife. Pre-book add-ons like spa treatments, private transfers from Sangster International (MBJ), and any themed events — those spaces fill fast. I also pay attention to the deposit and cancellation terms, buy travel insurance that covers cancellations and medical evacuations, and confirm my passport and visa requirements well in advance. A few practical things: bring a small envelope of cash for gratuities and local vendors (USD works), pack lightweight clothing and sturdy flip-flops, and toss a compact lock and waterproof pouch into your bag. I always pack basic meds, sunscreen, and a condom or two — safety first. Most importantly, set boundaries before you go: know what you’re comfortable with and plan exit strategies for late nights. Hedonism II can be a wild, freeing experience, and a bit of planning means I get to enjoy it without worrying about logistics — it’s one of my favorite ways to let go while staying sane.

Thinking about booking a wild getaway to Hedonism II? Let me give you the dirt from my spreadsheets, receipts, and the embarrassment of wearing a neon sarong into the wrong bar. Prices fluctuate a lot depending on season, room type, and whether you book an air-inclusive package. Generally you'll see per-person, per-night rates that start around $120–$200 in the low season (mid-spring through fall) for basic rooms when splitting a double, and climb into the $250–$600+ range per person per night during high season, holidays, or spring break for nicer rooms and suites. If you factor a typical 3–7 night package, that translates to roughly $400–$1,500 per person for a short break and $900–$3,500+ for a full week in upgraded accommodations. On top of the headline price, expect taxes, port or departure fees, and sometimes mandatory gratuities to add another 10–20% to the total. Airport transfers, spa treatments, scuba excursions, private dining, and premium beverage upgrades are extras. If you're booking through a travel site, watch for bundled airfare deals — they can swing the price dramatically, but read cancellation terms. Peak dates (Christmas/New Year, Presidents' Day, spring break) nearly always spike prices. I recommend subscribing to the resort's email list and following a few travel deal accounts; last-minute deals and flash sales pop up often, especially in shoulder season. My practical tip: pick your vibe first — are you after the party rooms or a quieter suite? That choice changes the budget more than you’d think. I once turned a pricey-sounding week into a manageable splurge by flying midweek and taking a transfer shuttle rather than a private car. Totally worth it for the sunsets and the weirdly soothing conga lines — I still grin thinking about that first night.

Bonne nouvelle pour les fans français : la saison 8 de 'Outlander' est prévue pour l'été 2024. J'ai suivi les annonces et la logique de diffusion : Starz diffuse la nouvelle saison aux États‑Unis à partir de la fenêtre estivale, et en Europe la mise en ligne se fait généralement quasiment en parallèle via la plateforme Starzplay (qui peut apparaître sous l'appellation Lionsgate+ selon les territoires). En pratique, ça veut dire que la France devrait pouvoir voir les épisodes dès leur sortie américaine, souvent dans les 24 à 48 heures suivant la première, avec options en VO et des versions sous‑titrées ou doublées selon le catalogue local. Pour ceux qui préfèrent bingewatcher, souvenez‑vous que 'Outlander' repartira très probablement en diffusion hebdomadaire comme les saisons récentes, plutôt qu'en full drop. Donc il faudra s'habituer au rythme : un épisode par semaine, discussions en ligne, théories et fan art à profusion. Perso, je planifie des soirées thématiques, cafés écossais et petites sessions canapé pour savourer chaque chapitre — c'est la meilleure manière de s'immerger dans les détails historiques et émotionnels de la série.

I've been geeking out about Philip Cortelyou Johnson for years, and if you want the full-on Johnson residential vibe, you have to go to Connecticut. The crown jewel is the 'Glass House' in New Canaan, CT — that’s Johnson's own estate and it's open to the public through guided tours. The property isn't just the transparent living room people always post about: tours often include the Glass House itself plus the surrounding landscape and some of the other structures on the site (like the painting and sculpture pavilions and the Brick House), depending on the program. The place is managed by a preservation organization, and you normally need to reserve in advance, especially in spring and fall when the foliage is gorgeous and everyone wants to see the light play across the glass. Aside from that public spot, most of Johnson's private houses are, sadly, still private. Some are occasionally included in curated house tours or open-house weekends run by local preservation groups or architectural societies, but those are sporadic. If you want to chase them down, the best practical route is to monitor the 'Glass House' website and sign up for newsletters from preservation groups, plus check event programs for Open House weekends and architecture tour operators. Also keep an eye on guided architecture tours in New York City, where you can at least view and photograph the exteriors and lobbies of his major public buildings if you can't get inside a private home. If you go, bring comfy shoes — the grounds are worth lingering over, and the light at sunset feels like its own exhibit.

I still get a little thrill thinking about the dramatic arc of Philip Cortelyou Johnson’s public life — not just his buildings but the pile of honors that followed him around for decades. If you’re skimming the highlights, the clearest, biggest one is that he was the inaugural recipient of the Pritzker Architecture Prize in 1979. That alone cements his place in modern architecture history, and people still point to that moment when they talk about his influence on the late 20th-century scene. Beyond the Pritzker, Johnson collected a number of major professional and institutional honors: he was awarded the American Institute of Architects’ Gold Medal (one of the highest recognitions U.S. architects can receive), was honored with many lifetime achievement awards, and was elected to respected arts and letters bodies. He also accumulated numerous honorary doctorates from universities and had major retrospectives and exhibitions celebrating his work — museum recognition that often functions like an award in its own right. His Glass House and other projects have been designated and celebrated as landmarks, which is another kind of cultural honor. Talking like someone who’s read old exhibition catalogs and sat through the long lectures, I’d say the mix of prizes, memberships in learned societies, honorary degrees, and institution-scale exhibitions is what defined the official acknowledgment of Johnson’s career. That’s the short tour of the trophies and public nods he received — a combination of the Pritzker, the AIA Gold Medal, honorary degrees, and institutional honors that kept his name visible for generations.

Vintage-fan me here, sprawled on the couch with a stack of old issues and the 'Captain America' movies playing in the background — so here's how I sort it out. In plain terms: Howard Stark absolutely appears in World War II-era stories across Marvel canon, but 'served' is a flexible word depending on which continuity you mean. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe he’s portrayed more as an industrialist-inventor and intelligence asset rather than a frontline soldier. Films like 'Captain America: The First Avenger' and the series 'Agent Carter' show him building tech for the Allies, recovering enemy devices, and working with the Strategic Scientific Reserve. He’s integral to the war effort, but usually behind the lab bench or in secret labs, not in infantry trenches. Flip to the comics and things get fuzzier but still clear: Howard is a WWII-era figure who helps the Allied cause, sometimes depicted as a wartime engineer or weapons supplier and in other runs shown more directly involved with heroes like Captain America and teams such as the 'Invaders'. Some writers lean into him being a wartime veteran or operative; others keep him as a brilliant civilian contractor whose inventions shape the battlefield. So, canonically he participates in WWII narratives — whether that counts as 'serving' depends on whether you picture formal military service or crucial civilian/agency contributions. If you want a neat takeaway for trivia nights: Howard Stark was a central WWII-era figure in Marvel canon, the brains behind much of the Allied tech, and occasionally written as having direct, hands-on wartime roles. I love how different creators interpret him — it gives you a little mystery in dad-of-Tony lore.

When I pick a WWII romance to lose an entire weekend in, I lean toward stories that balance heartbreak with quiet, stubborn hope. I still get goosebumps thinking about 'The Nightingale' — it's full-on emotional, about two sisters in occupied France whose love stories are wrapped up in resistance, family duty, and painful choices. Equally heartbreaking and beautifully written is 'All the Light We Cannot See'; it isn't a straight romance, but the relationship that grows between the main characters is tender and unforgettable, set against the technical, sensory detail of war-ravaged Europe. If you want something that feels like sunlit betrayal and music on the shore, try 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin' — its Greek island setting gives the romance a lyrical, almost Mediterranean warmth amid the brutality of occupation. For a novel that reads like discovered letters and stolen afternoons, 'Suite Française' captures lives interrupted and love forced into impossible corners. I often suggest starting with one of these depending on your mood: choose 'The Nightingale' for raw emotional catharsis, 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin' for lush escapism, or 'Suite Française' when you want historical intimacy. Whichever you pick, keep a tissue box and a mug nearby; these books stick with you in the sweetest and bitterest ways.

Man, those two were like a medieval soap opera waiting to explode! Philip II and Richard the Lionheart had this wild mix of rivalry, grudging respect, and outright betrayal—it’s what made the Third Crusade such a messy, dramatic affair. They started as allies, both young kings with a shared goal: reclaim Jerusalem from Saladin. But Philip was the calculating strategist, always eyeing Richard’s charisma and military genius with suspicion. Meanwhile, Richard? He was the reckless hero who just wanted glory on the battlefield. Their partnership crumbled fast—Philip abandoned the Crusade early, probably fed up with Richard’s ego, and even conspired with Richard’s brother John to undermine him back in Europe. What fascinates me is how personal it got. Philip wasn’t just a political rival; he seemed genuinely bitter about Richard’s larger-than-life reputation. And Richard? He openly mocked Philip’s retreat from the Holy Land. Their feud reshaped Europe’s power balance, with Philip seizing lands while Richard was imprisoned. It’s crazy how two kings who could’ve been legends together ended up tearing each other apart instead.