Here you can browse through my blog posts prior to February 2022. Currently I'm sharing my travel experiences, candid opinions, and what's on my mind solely on my Facebook page. — Rick

Spain Show Needs a Name…Please Help

I’m producing a new special on Spain, and its working title is Rick Steves’ Spanish Fiesta. I’m sure there’s a better name out there, but I can’t come up with one.

Last year my show with a working title of Mediterranean Hopscotch was given a much better name (Mediterranean Mosaic) by our blog friends. I’d love your creative help again. The description is below. I need to keep it to four or five words. Thanks a lot.

The two-hour special adventure covers the quintessence of Spain: From pilgrims trekking to Santiago to the bulls running through Pamplona, from dazzling Moorish palaces to flamboyant flamenco revelry, and from a never-to-forget paella feast to sparkling sherry poured with an intoxicating love of life, Rick Steves’ Spanish Fiesta will shake your castanets like nothing else.

Photos: Rick’s Summer 2010 Trip

(Note: If you are one of the few who do not immediately see the images below, keep scrolling down until they appear.)

As I do every year, I spent four months in 2010 wandering around Europe, looking for something good to eat and a safe place to sleep.
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Bratislava, capital of Slovakia and just an hour from Vienna by train, bus, or boat — and a wonderful side-trip — is the comeback kid among European capitals. Its entire Danube riverfront is well on its way to becoming a delightful people zone.
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In a pub in Prague with my musician and tour guide friends, we sat next to Count Schwarzenberg, the newly elected charismatic playboy who finds himself a key player in the new Czech government. Considered by many the new political hope for that country, he sat down with his young staff to find the best way to implement their vision.
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The saddest thing I witnessed all summer was in Vienna at the famous pastry shop, Demel. At precisely 7:00 pm they lock their doors and dump all the unsold cakes and pies on their luxurious shelves into big plastic garbage bags.
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The hottest new sight in Munich is BMW-Welt, the showroom and museum at the BMW car headquarters and factory (with the city subway zipping visitors from downtown to literally its doorstep in minutes). The sweeping architecture invites you into a state-of-the-art interactive showroom and its adjacent museum. It’s enough to make anyone a car buff.
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Sleeping in airports can be amazingly comfortable. And the price is always right.
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A fun new tote bag on sale in Vienna reveals all, making X-rays at the airport unnecessary.
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There are new challenges that come with Europe’s insistence on being ahead of the USA in many techie areas. As it moves quickly to a cashless society, many European machines accept only credit cards that come with a chip. And, as American banks are sticking with the magnetic strip, that means American cards don’t work in these cases. (Little challenges like these make a good guidebook all the more helpful.)
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I got all excited when, in a great little restaurant in St. Jean-de-Luz in French Basque country, the owner of the place whispered into my ear, “You might be interested that the last wife of Pablo Picasso, Françoise Gilot, is sitting just over there.” She was in town with her own art exhibit. Quite elderly, she seemed full of vigor and style. While tempted, I didn’t invade her privacy for a closer photo. Amazing to think that from 1945 to 1953 she was the muse (and corralled the sexual energy) of Picasso.
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With bright-red press vests, my cameraman Karel Bauer and I enjoyed front-row spots to film the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona for a new TV show. The show is part of our new series — 11 shows debuting nationally on PBS this fall. Stay tuned!
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The city of Pamplona knows how to keep things organized, as the biggest and wildest party in Europe seemed to be perfectly run.
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Filming in Pamplona, we had plenty to shoot and lots of drunken troubadours to entertain us…even if strumming only the neck of a guitar.
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The year 2010 was Holy Year in Santiago de Compostela. And that meant at each Mass they swung the massive incense burner, the botafumeiro. In mid-Mass, I caught a priest being more of a tourist than a priest. I hope he doesn’t get in any trouble for his lack of focus.
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After years of seeing groups of tourists rolling oddly through towns on Segway tours, I finally took one. While they are expensive (nearly $100) and not really the most efficient way to “tour,” I must admit the experience is lots of fun. After a 10-minute training session, gyroscopes spinning, we roll into the city. In Paris there are plenty of quiet lanes and parks and bike paths to Segway on.
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For 10 days in England I prioritized my limited time to actually have the experiences — take the hikes, see the shows, follow the audio tours — produced by various sights. One thing I learned: A hike is about the best three hours you can invest when in places like the Cotswolds and the Cumbrian Lake District, where you’re there to enjoy the natural wonders. Hiking Catbells — a ridge trail leading all along and over a small mountain overlooking the lake called Derwentwater in the Lake District — was a highlight of my summer.
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Being in Athens is generally a battle between you and a million cars. But if there in mid-August during a sweltering heat wave, you have the streets literally all to yourself. Athens was eerily quiet during the midday heat.
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My vote for the best new sight in Europe: Athens’ Acropolis Museum. With great architecture, great presentation, and an inspirational setting, it looks straight across at the actual Acropolis. I think the National Archaeological Museum, long the dominant museum in town, will see a dip in its attendance.
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I love to meet enthusiastic history teachers inspiring their students to enjoy the rubble of ancient Europe. Here in Athens’ ancient Agora, a teacher was a bit over-the-top in his desire to bring those ruins to life. On that visit, I was inspired myself to help out by producing more audio tours. We’ll produce four new Athens tours (Acropolis, Agora, National Archaeological Museum, City Walk), three for Vienna (Ringstrasse, City Walk, St. Stephen’s Cathedral), one for Salzburg (City Walk), and maybe even a narrated Rhine tour for train and boat travelers.
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I reaffirmed and stoked my love of the island of Hydra last month. Just two hours by fast ferry from Athens, this island is a wonderland. Frisky shuttle boats zip you to remote beaches from where peaceful trails lead you back into town.
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Hard at work in Europe. Here I am, bravely visiting Greece during its economic meltdown. With my eyes closed, enjoying both the breeze and the sun, I’m thinking of the many people who opted out of visiting Greece because of hysterical news coverage. I’m pondering how each of us has a choice in how we lead our lives. I thought how fear is for people who don’t get out much and how glad I am to be finished with TV news — to no longer be held captive by a news media with so much time and so little to say.
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Home sweet home. I’ve been away for four of the last five months. Now, travel research done until next year, I’m thankful to have such a wonderful place to call home.
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Greece’s "Economic Crisis" and Its Effect on Travelers

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I just got back from eight days in Greece — Athens and the island of Hydra — updating my guidebook there. Before my visit, people were concerned that my trip would be complicated by the country’s “economic meltdown.” (A magazine I write for didn’t want to run my article on Greece, fearing that it would inspire its traveling readers to venture into trouble.) As has been my standard operating procedure lately, I wanted to go to Greece to get beyond the media hysterics and see for myself the truth — to experience firsthand the effect of Greece’s economic problems on travel there. Greece remains an enjoyable place to travel, but it does help to have some background in what’s going on there.

There’s no doubt that Greece has its economic problems. It has lived beyond its means, worked too short, retired too early, consumed too much, produced too little, enjoyed too much job security, created a real-estate bubble with overvalued properties, and funded too much on a growing deficit. Many other countries (including the United States) are plagued by these same problems, but Greece is an extreme case, with extreme consequences.

The Greek government is scrambling to salvage their economy. They’re getting more serious about collecting taxes. And those taxes are higher: From the beginning to the end of 2010, the Greek VAT (Value Added Tax, a national sales tax) will incrementally rise from 19 percent to 25 percent. This means everything people consume will cost more, because 25 percent of what they pay is going to the government to rescue the economy. Complicating matters: Many businesses have gone bankrupt because of the crisis, so there’s less competition — which means higher consumer prices.

What about all that violence in the streets? Strikes and demonstrations have long been a way of life in Greece. Most Greeks see a general strike as an excuse for an impromptu holiday. But there is a tiny anarchist fringe element that knows a peaceful demonstration or rally by teachers or doctors at Athens’ parliament building will have media coverage. And a handful of troublemakers will “come out to play with their friends” (as locals term it), and things become violent. Like back home, when it comes to TV news, “if it bleeds, it leads”; Greek and international media outlets embrace anything violent and exaggerate it. People who don’t get out much overreact, offering anarchists behind those actions huge rewards.

What’s the future? Greeks are optimistic by nature. They realize they’ve dug themselves into a pretty deep hole. But they also know they’ll get through their “tough economic times.” And they understand that a reality check — which will come with some brutal belt-tightening — is necessary. The biggest culprits of Greece’s notorious largesse are government employees. They have cushy jobs, 100 percent job security, and great benefits. In the public’s eye, they get in, make too much money, and — because they know they can’t be fired — just luxuriate away their work lives in worry-free comfort. There’s a huge anger about economic scandal and corruption, as maddening cases fill the news almost daily.

Simply put, Greece’s adjustments to its new economic reality won’t be fair. For instance, if you turned 60 in 2009, you’re comfortably retired. If you turned 60 in 2010, you’ll need to work seven more years. People are angry about that, but there’s nothing they can do. Young, well-educated, multilingual people feel that they’re overqualified for what Greece has to offer, and are tempted to go abroad for employment to match their skills. This potential “brain drain” of bright young people is yet another of the many challenges the new Greece will be dealing with.

What about the practical effect on tourists? Strikes are nuisance strikes — just a day or two here and there, and generally not prolonged. Regardless of the economic challenges, people still need to get to and from the islands, and they still need services once on those islands.

There will be destructive attempts to grab headlines and express anger at corporate and government sources of local frustration. (Anarchists burned two Starbucks in Athens. Other branches, realizing they were targeted, closed up shop.) But, as of this writing (August 2010), the violence is relatively easy to avoid. Unlike the frightening, random “suicide bombings” of marketplaces that we hear about in the Middle East, in Greece, any violence has been done with notice and generally at off-times — they’ll call the newspaper at 4 o’clock in the morning, just before they bomb an empty bank building (their target is the institution itself, not the people inside). And virtually all demonstrations or acts of violence have taken place solely within one small, high-profile area of central Athens, and have not affected the main tourist attractions (islands and ancient sites) elsewhere in Greece.

I had a great visit to Greece. Based on my mid-2010 experience on the ground in Athens and out in the islands, Greece is the same old place. My company is taking more tours through Greece then ever (our 2010 program is particularly hot), and they’re bringing home happy customers. The museums are still open. When I asked a Greek friend about his, she responded, “Why would we close the Acropolis? It would make no sense. Tourism is an important part of our economy. People pay to see it. That’s why they are here.”

In my mind, the biggest impact of the crisis on anyone considering visiting Greece is the satisfaction you’ll get from contributing to the economy of a nation dealing with tough times, and the joy that comes with a tourist industry that really appreciates your presence.

If there’s a positive outcome from all of this, it’s that Greece’s economic irresponsibility has inspired politicians and political movements across Europe to get real with their economics. In the US, throughout Europe, and elsewhere, the cautionary tale of Greece has sparked a sweeping realization that government pork, corporate corruption, and personal production relative to consumption needs to be re-calibrated.

As many American travelers are nervous about visiting Greece, I plan to put a version of this blog entry in the 2011 edition of my Athens guidebook. Please share your thoughts on this issue. What’s the impact of the crisis on tourism in Greece, and how should this impact our plans to travel there in 2011?

Tasty Tomatoes in Athens

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I just returned from several days in Athens, and I enjoyed the city more on this trip than ever before. Part of my enjoyment was seeing a place that’s getting its act together, as I believe Athens is. I had a great experience even though I was there at the worst time of year. It was sweltering — well over 100 degrees — and in mid-August, much of the town was gone, enjoying a vacation and finding relief on the beach. Still, there was an energy in Athens that made me want to come back and linger…in the winter.

Right off, I noticed women’s toes. I did a study of feet on my subway ride through town. While sandals and painted toes, of course, are routine whereever it’s really hot, for some reason toes caught my attention in Athens. Surveying hundreds of Greek feet (actually doing a counting tally), I found over 90 percent wore open-toed shoes, and there was a huge emphasis on beautifully painted toes. Women I talked to later affirmed that pedicures are a particulary big in Athens.

Munching a tomato reminded me of my backpacker days here. Back then, tomatoes cost literally pennies each (or drachma, in those days), and that was all I could afford. I ate them like apples at a Huck Finn fest. I grew up thinking vegetables were the pulp of filling the tank — not very flavorful. With my upbringing, broccoli grew in cubes, and cherries came off the tree filled with red dye. I ate mandarin orange sections for years before I ever actually peeled one. Then, when I hit Europe as a teen, I found tomatoes splashed with flavor. My first mushroom was in Germany. My first yogurt was in Yugoslavia. And my first quiche, crêpe, and pâté were all in France. Back in the 1970s, Europe did to my personal food world what color did to my TV.

The oppressive heat was a big topic of conversation on this trip to Athens. My guide pulled a bottle of water from her purse, took a guzzle, and offered me some, saying, “It’s hot enough to shave with.” The day before, she had gone to the departure point for her company’s walking tour, and the heat drove five of the twelve tourists (who had prepaid plenty of money to take the tour) not to show up.

After talking with Athenians about the brutal heat, it occurred to me that even people who live in hot places don’t get used to the heat. When considering the impact of global climate change on our planet, it’s easy for people in temperate climates (like me) to imagine that people in the tropics just get acclimated to the blistering heat. But I don’t think they do — they just suffer through it. That would make me pretty miserable. Like my experience in Athens, they just have no alternative. For most of the people on this planet, summer is as hot as Fargo in the winter is cold.

Athens was still shaken by its recent riots and violence. At the Changing of the Guard in front of the parliament building, we saw the “riot dog” — a stray dog that has hung out around the palace for years. She smells trouble and always sides with the people against the police. Locals look for and usually see her in all the TV coverage.

At lunch, I asked my guide if she felt endangered by the street violence. Putting the last bite of moussaka in her mouth, she told me her grandma’s words of wisdom: “When you see food, eat it. When you see a fight, go away” — advice that has worked very well for her.

I’ll talk more about those riots — and Greece’s much-touted “economic crisis” — in my next entry.

A Sweaty Saint, a Sommelier, and Marmite

Last week, sitting down to a traditional fried breakfast in an early-19th-century steel master’s mansion in England’s Ironbridge Gorge (birthplace of the Industrial Revolution), I reviewed ways people had spiced up and given meaning to my travels in the past month.

Collin, who ran the B&B I was enjoying, topped up my coffee and showed me a photo of an industrial wasteland with his stately brick home standing like some weary war survivor in its midst. Today, his delightful house stands in a lush river valley welcoming guests like pilgrims to the place where iron was first produced in the modern way. As his wife, Sara, brought my toast on a rack, I asked about the marmite. She explained to me what the beef-yeast spread was, and that “even the adverts admit you either love it or hate it.”

A few days before that in Paris, under dangling lamps and a heavy subterranean stone vault a block from the Louvre, I spent a tasty and fascinating two hours with Olivier, a passionate young sommelier. He makes his living explaining the fine points of French wine to travelers. Between the pouring and sipping, he shared the basics with random insights: “Riesling works well both in the Alsace and in Russia. A French Alsatian vintner was offered big money to make wine in Russia. He refused, saying, ‘Here, I have the privilege of being from somewhere.'”

A few days before that, in Finland, a man sat naked next to me beating himself with birch twigs while explaining the importance of opening the pores, stimulating circulation, letting out toxins, and relaxing in a place “where there are no bosses and all are equal.”

A week before that, I met Marianne from Berlin, who’d been hiking alone across Spain on the ancient pilgrims’ Way of Saint James. With her floppy backpack dangling carelessly from her tiny frame and backlit goldilocks, she talked with a pilgrim’s philosophy as if singing children’s rhymes. She spoke as if she were a real saint come to earth. Talking with her, I felt like I had just entered a Botticelli painting.

And, packing up after that Ironbridge Gorge breakfast, I was heading west…knowing that, in a couple of hours, I’d cross another border, where I just knew someone would tell me why in heaven they speak Welsh.

If there’s one thing that keeps me enthusiastic about traveling in Europe and teaching European travel, it’s the beauty of connecting people with people. Maybe it sounds trite. But that fact can’t be over-emphasized. If you’re not connecting with people in your travels, you’re missing out.