My co-author and frequent collaborator, Cameron Hewitt, is well-traveled, smart, and insightful. And, while he and I are in perfect sync in our travel styles and priorities, he gives voice to the next generation of "Rick Steves travelers." Join me in enjoying his reports right here. —Rick

Budapest Summer Fun

Budapest is a city for all seasons…but summer is my favorite. With a warm climate, deliciously long days, and ample outdoor fun, Budapest springs to vibrant life when the weather warms up.

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On a sunny day, great views are easy to come by. Up at Buda Castle, most tourists pay $5 to climb onto the fanciful Fishermen’s Bastion view terrace. But if you walk just a few steps to the far end of the terrace, you’ll find a café that lets tourists stroll up for free and snap a photo from essentially the same viewpoint.

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Moments after arriving in Budapest on this trip, I stepped out of my hotel and found myself in the middle of the city’s outdoor summer design fair. Sponsored by the local arts organization WAMP, the craft market fills a city-center square one day each month, all summer long, with stylish shoes and handbags, quirky designer dresses, stylized maps of Budapest, all manner of design-y knickknacks, and other eye-pleasing souvenirs. Nearby, a row of creative food trucks — with gourmet hot dogs, burgers, and ice cream — keeps craft lovers well-fed and watered.

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The riverfront March 15 Square — once a seedy and borderline-dangerous area — has been totally refurbished. A hip local café, Kiosk, has taken up residence in the grassy park. Order a drink at the bar, find the neon-beanbag-chair perch you like best, and watch the riverboats float by.

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In fact, appealing little eateries are popping up all over Budapest — often tucked in picturesque and shady little corners like this one.

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For something more classic, grab an outdoor table and nurse an iced coffee or cocktail at one of Budapest’s many grand cafés (a city forté). Callas has long been one of  my favorites for its stunning Secessionist interior. But in good weather, it’s hard to pass up the genteel sidewalk ambience and great views of the Opera House and Budapest’s thriving main boulevard, Andrássy út.

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Budapest has a summer calendar full of special events (including one of Europe’s premier music festivals, Sziget Festival, in August). But even if you don’t plan your trip around special events, you’ll likely stumble upon something going on — such as the Budapest Marathon, filling the Danube embankment.

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Years ago, after maybe a dozen visits to Budapest, I challenged a local friend to show me something I hadn’t seen before. He spent the day taking me all over the city, poking into little hidden treasures like Károlyi-kert — a public park surrounded by looming buildings dead-center in Pest. While tourists throng the main shopping drag, Váci utca, just a couple of blocks away, almost none of them makes it into this tranquil oasis of green. Instead, you’ll find mostly locals: the après-work crowd nursing a drink at a funky outdoor wine bar (Csendes Tars) and browsing nearby design galleries and vintage shops; kids horsing around after school; urbanites simply looking for a leafy escape from the city; and a few smart travelers using the Rick Steves Budapest guidebook.

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To really escape from the city, ride the train 45 minutes north to Szentendre, a sleepy little river town with an almost Mediterranean street plan and more than its share of beautiful churches. While the town is packed with galleries and shops (and, let’s be honest, tourists), the main reason to come here is simply to stroll the sunny cobbles and enjoy the colorful old houses. Just a two-minute walk into the steep lane takes you completely away from the crowded main drag.

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These are just a few of the ways you can make the most of summer in Budapest. In my next post, I’ll suggest some evening and after-hours options.

Budapest Rebounds

New Yorkers — I mean the dyed-in-the-wool, old-school, real New Yawkers — are fiercely loyal to their city, in good times and bad. Sure, today it’s all family-friendly Times Square and trendy Tribeca eateries and artsy-hipster Brooklyn. But I remember a time when Times Square was one big seedy sex shop, muggers outnumbered tourists on the subway, and the city was hard to love. And yet, New Yorkers cling to a strange nostalgia for that old, unlovable metropolis.

I have a similar nostalgia for Budapest. It’s easy to be head-over heels for Budapest these days:

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But on my first visit, in 1999, the story was very different. Budapest was grimy and intimidating. Hulking, soot-covered buildings loomed over exhaust-choked highways. Everything was dirty. And the people — with their bushy mustaches and impenetrable language — seemed gruff and shell-shocked.

Only after returning home did I realize that, of all the places I visited on that trip, Budapest had really gotten under my skin. It wasn’t just that Budapest had “potential.” It was a great city all along. It was just going through a rough patch — and you had to work a little harder to appreciate its greatness.

That trip began my love affair with Budapest, which continued as I began to guide Rick Steves tours there, and researched and wrote the Rick Steves Eastern Europe and Rick Steves Budapest guidebooks. I found Budapest unique in how, no matter how often or how long I visited, I always left wanting more. With each visit, my Budapest “to do” list got longer, not shorter. It still does.

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After a few visits, I began to relish the little slices of Budapest life. I got giddy walking through the grimy underpasses that sprawl beneath major intersections. Each one was a thriving delta of infrastructure where the subway system flowed up broken escalators into snarls of trams, buses, and cars. Standing still in a mosh pit of commuters, I was surrounded by ramshackle food stalls, panhandlers, and confusing signage…a happy ant in a busy anthill. Inhaling a pungent mix of sweet pastries, diesel-tinged subway exhaust, and stale urine, I felt alive in a way that only travel makes you feel.

I’ve long used Budapest as my barometer of someone’s travel chops. If a person is turned off by Budapest…well, I’m not saying they’re a “bad traveler.” I’m just saying I probably won’t plan a trip with them. But if someone comes back from Budapest raving, I know we’re in sync. I remember once, co-leading a tour with a Czech guide who was born and raised in Prague, I finally confessed: “You know, I like Prague, but I have to admit…I like Budapest even more.” “Of course!” he said, without hesitation. “Of course you do. I do, too.”

But the Budapest litmus test is less useful than it once was. Budapest has fully transformed itself. Once a diamond in the rough, today the city is a sparkling gem. Grandiose, late-19th-century architecture has been scrubbed of grime and returned to greatness. Check out these images — taken just a few years apart — of the glorious Széchenyi Baths complex in City Park:

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Back on my early visits, even the city’s “showcase” walking and shopping street, Váci utca, was pretty glum:

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But today — while it’s so thronged with tourists that I can barely stand to go there — at least it’s gorgeous:

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At the same time, the transit system has been overhauled, revamping the old metro stations and building several new, futuristic ones.

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Those seedy underpasses? They’ve been fully renovated. International chains have elbowed out the mom-and-pop vendors, and the signage is now crystal clear. (But deep down, I miss the old chaos.)

Meanwhile, the city has undertaken an ambitious master plan (funded largely by the EU…are you paying attention, Brexiters?) to re-surface and pedestrianize many formerly car-clogged streets and squares in the city center. It has been a smashing success.

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And Budapest’s stately Parliament building — once surrounded by a ramshackle square of broken concrete, overgrown parks, and ragtag monuments — has been polished and completely relandscaped, leaving it gleaming. Before:

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After:

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It’s clear: Budapest — so hard to love for so long — is finally coming into its own. And, while I may miss some of its old rough edges, there’s no doubt that today’s Budapest is a city that anyone can (and should) enjoy. My next few posts will introduce you to various facets — beyond the obvious tourist traps — of my favorite European capital. It has some of Europe’s best nightlife, bars, cafés, and creative ways to simply hang out. It’s the undisputed best foodie city in Eastern Europe (and, for me, is one of the best in all of Europe). Its thermal bath culture is a prefect mix of relaxing and culturally enlightening. And its current political reality is fascinating and instructive.

Stay tuned…and prepare to be surprised by one of travel’s best-kept secrets.

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Brexit Blowback: Why I Still Believe in the EU

Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I’m idealistic. But I’m a huge fan of the European Union.

Granted, I’ve never lived in Europe. But over the last 15 years, I’ve spent about a quarter of my life there. That’s long enough to talk to lots of Europeans, and to form an opinion of my own.

And over that time, believe me, I’ve heard all of the fretful anti-EU criticisms: Heavy-handed bureaucracy. Worries about being lashed to a euro currency that allows a weak partner (ahem, Greece, ahem) to drag everyone else down. And, of course, the fear that seizes many people anytime you open borders and lower barriers to immigration.

The thing is, I think the vast majority of Europeans get far more from the EU than the EU takes from them. They just don’t always see it.

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I was traveling in Eastern Europe in the spring of 2004. Poland, Hungary, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Slovenia, and five other countries were about to join the EU on May 1. I was there in April. EU membership was a done deal, but hadn’t happened yet. So it was the perfect window for irrational fear — which, it turns out, is the EU’s most dangerous enemy.

The Poles, Hungarians, and Czechs I spoke to that spring were terrified. They saw the EU as an unstoppable monster, gobbling up countries as it stomped its way eastward through Europe. “Now I have to get a passport for each of my cows,” one farmer groused. “They won’t let groceries sell bananas with too much curve,” another told me. (That one’s been repeatedly debunked… yet somehow, it survives.)

And in Poland, I was told that there’d been a run on sugar. Apparently a (false) rumor had spread through the country that new EU tariffs would drastically increase raw sugar prices. Poles panicked, rushed to the grocery stores, and bought up bags of sugar…causing a spike in sugar prices.

And what became of all that catastrophizing, after May 1? To find out, I returned to those same countries that fall. And by then, a few months in, my Eastern European friends conceded that the EU hadn’t impacted them negatively one iota — and, they sheepishly admitted, they already saw improvements.

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In the years since, I’ve observed those improvements all over Europe, from Portugal to Bulgaria. Brand-new expressways and pedestrian zones in cobbled old towns come with a tasteful little EU flag, explaining where the money came from. And I watched my friends from all over Europe move to other parts of Europe, where they could find meaningful employment, make friends, fall in love, get married, and start adorable pan-European families.

Sure, some of the bureaucracy can get troublesome. But when you can see the big picture, the paranoia of the Euroskeptics has always been rooted more in fear than in facts. It’s clear to me that — aside from a devastating global economic crisis, born on Wall Street, that crippled European economies — the heyday of the European Union has been a golden age for Europeans of all walks of life.

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And in my mind, no city better embodies the EU’s bold and optimistic worldview than London. I adore London. It’s one of my favorite places in Europe. I love it for its English-ness. But I also love it for its diversity. London is the world’s melting pot city. It’s the capital of a great civilization, yes. But it’s also a celebration of the sum total of world culture.

But this morning, dawn broke on a different Britain. It’s a Britain where Poles and Romanians and Belgians who fell in love with an Englishwoman or a Scotsman now feel unwelcome in their adopted homeland. It’s a Britain where teenagers who once dreamed of studying in Paris or Rome have to reconsider their plans. And, I fear, it’s a Britain doomed to a dark age of political turmoil, economic struggles, and cultural soul-searching.

The voters have spoken. But I suspect many Brits woke up this morning with voters’ remorse — which will only intensify in the coming months, as the cold, hard reality of the Brexit is negotiated. And some small part of me believes that somehow, the Brexit will never actually come to pass. (Here in Seattle, I voted in favor of a monorail…twice. And guess what? There’s no monorail. Our City Council figured they knew better than the “will of the people.” And they were right.)

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On my first visit to Britain, I kept putting my foot in my mouth by saying I was on a trip to Europe. Finally, an old family friend gently corrected me: “You’re not in Europe. You’re in England.” Ever since that early attitude adjustment, I’ve understood that Britain fancies itself something different from Europe. So maybe the Brexit results aren’t so surprising…in hindsight. While I don’t agree with the Brexit, I’m willing to entertain the possibility that the best role for the UK is as a close partner to, but not officially part of, the EU — like Norway or Switzerland.

But I worry about the rest of the EU. I worry that the Brexit vote will embolden xenophobes in other countries. I was just in Austria, where the Green candidate very, very narrowly defeated an anti-immigrant isolationist in the presidential election. Even if Britain does bail out, the EU can survive without it. But if France ever left, or Austria…then Europe would be in real trouble.

But all of that will play out in the coming months and years. For now, most of all, I’m sad for the idealistic, internationally oriented young people of the United Kingdom. London has a special energy and optimism, and a belief in the goodness of humanity. These are values that inspire me as a traveler and as a person. But the Brexit vote just threw a bucket of ice water on that spirit. I know it will survive…but it’s going to be a rough patch.

Feeling hopeless at this morning’s announcement, I kept thinking back on a hardware store sign I saw last summer in Scotland:

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Austrian Odds and Ends: It’s Lumpensammler Time

My parents once lived in Basel, Switzerland. They remember that the last tram of the night — which picked up all manner of drunks, weirdos, and ne’er-do-wells as it passed through town — was nicknamed the Lumpensammler…roughly, “Collector of Dirty Rags.” Sometimes when I leave a country, I have a few leftover bits and pieces that I haven’t yet shared on my blog, but are worth seeing the light of day. And so, here’s my hodgepodge Lumpensammler list for this visit to Austria.

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Salzburg: Defiantly Traffic-Free. Salzburg’s Old Town is beautifully pedestrian-friendly — and that’s because it’s brutally car-unfriendly. The city got fed up with people flouting its traffic restrictions, so they installed a series of ruthless rising bollards that are designed to essentially destroy the car of anyone who dares to slip through behind another vehicle. One day on Mozartplatz, I heard a terrible crunching sound, and looked over just in time to see an unlucky car get totaled: The hydraulic bollard slowly and insistently rose, tearing apart the engine from underneath. Four different types of automotive fluids went running down the street toward the river, and the driver had to stand there and wait, in shame, for the tow truck to come rescue him. Later, I had a revealing conversation about this with a local. Expressing my sympathy for the driver, I was met with steely resolve. “But you don’t understand,” she protested. “We have to keep unauthorized cars out. People were sneaking in.” My pleas for some intermediate solution — one that would be taken seriously without actually damaging violators’ property — got zero traction. So, motorists heading for Salzburg: You have been warned. Salzburgers love their draconian bollards.

 

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Salzburg Parties with Fish on a Stick. Salzburg is a city that loves to celebrate. There are festivals nearly non-stop. When I was there, one of the main squares was lively with an open-air concert series for several days. My evening routine was strolling past the square to see who was performing, and to grab a little street food. It was fun to see all of the festival-goers in their Drindls and Lederhosen. But one local delicacy I’ve never quite acquired a taste for is Steckerlfisch: grilled mackerel on a stick.

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Camouflaged Corporations. Austria has strict regulations for advertising along its historic drags. That means big companies have to get creative about displaying their logos. In Innsbruck and Salzburg, the golden arches fit (more or less) subtly into the historic signs.

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Salzburg: Home of Mozart, The Sound of Music…and Red Bull. In the 1980s, Dietrich Mateschitz founded Red Bull in Salzburg. Today the energy drink magnate is Austria’s richest man (net worth: more than €10 billion) and employs 10,000 people. Mateschitz owns several sports teams (ice hockey, car racing, and multiple soccer teams) and collects airplanes, race cars, and other expensive vehicles. He’s opened his own private hangar (called Hangar-7, across the runway from Salzburg’s airport) to the public. Anyone is invited to come for free and wander through his toys. While most visitors — more interested in the austerity of Fräulein Maria — find this a borderline-grotesque display of wealth, gearheads love it.

Fresh Hallstatt Tips (and Fresh Lake Fish)

I love Hallstatt. And with each visit, I find even more ways to enjoy it. Here are a few tips (which are going into the upcoming edition of our Rick Steves Vienna, Salzburg & Tirol guidebook) that I picked up on my latest trip.

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I’m a stickler for eating well. (Not necessarily expensively…just well.) I see each meal as an opportunity to create a memory. And in Hallstatt, I enjoyed a twofer: delicious lake fish with grand lake views. This is the little gravel-covered pier at Gasthof Simony’s restaurant — one of a few fine options along the village lakefront. I was in town during an early-summer cold snap. Not every restaurant had their outdoor seating open, but I was perfectly comfortable in my down vest. In these situations, it’s fine to ask politely if you can sit outside. And when it’s this uncrowded, you can pretty much take your pick of tables. This one will do nicely…

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One of my favorite experiences in Hallstatt was riding the funicular up to the mountaintop above town, where they’ve opened a new panoramic viewpoint. You can tiptoe out onto this “Skywalk” and stand high above the village and the glorious Hallstättersee — immersed in 360 degrees of alpine splendor.

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After enjoying the viewpoint (and touring Hallstatt’s newly updated salt mine experience), I hiked all the way back down to town on the loooong, steeply switchbacked trail you see in this photo. It was a knee-challenging, vertigo-inducing 45-minute hike…and worth every step.

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The salt mine that gave rise to Hallstatt 7,000 years ago is still in operation. And partway down the hillside, at the entrance to an abandoned mine shaft, a poignant little monument honors retiring miners — who hang up their hardhats, permanently, on their last day of work. Each one is labeled with a date and the words letzte Grubenfahrt — “last descent into the mine.”

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Farther down, the trail passes over a waterfall as it tumbles out of the mountain — offering a unique perspective on Hallstatt’s mostly vertical stream.

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From Hallstatt, I side-tripped to the Dachstein mountain area (about a 10-minute drive away). A cable car whisked me high above the clouds, then I hiked even higher to reach these permanently frozen ice caves. On the frigid but fascinating tour, I clambered through countless caverns and saw many dramatic formations.

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The Dachstein cable car continues even higher, to the rooftop of the Salzkammergut — ringed by other snow-covered peaks.

At the end of the day, I enjoyed the Dachstein experience, but I’m not convinced the side-trip was worth the investment of time and money. Hallstatt’s own little lift (mentioned above) brings you not only to a fine viewpoint, but also to a fun salt-mine tour that’s basically redundant with the ice caves. If you’re tight on time, choose either Hallstatt’s salt mines or the Dachstein ice caves — and for my money, Hallstatt is the better value.