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

Europe vs. India

People often ask me, “So when are you going to expand into Asia?” I love Asia. I once traveled there as much as in Europe (and even wrote a book back in the early ’90s called Asia Through the Back Door). But I can’t just “expand into Asia” and do a worthwhile job.

I tell people, “Europe’s my beat.” I consider it the wading pool for world exploration. It’s where the big market is (as I am running a business). And my personal curiosity takes me endlessly back to Europe. It’s where I find both my genetic and cultural roots.

But when asked my favorite country, I say, “India.” While I enjoy the shock value of saying that, that’s not why I say it. I say India because it’s true. India wallops anyone’s self-assuredness. India rearranged my cultural furniture. My confidence that I understood such basics to life as time, joy, love, pain, and music was shaken. I was humbled in a way that made me a better person. I am thankful for India. If I weren’t on a mission in Europe, India’s where I’d be. If you enjoy culture shock, India is pure decadence.

Making my focus Europe still leaves me with a lifetime of travel options. Having returned from spending 120 days this year in Spain, Italy, Croatia, Slovenia, Scandinavia, Estonia, and Germany, I now look ahead and consider what’s on deck for 2010. This is the time of year that Risa, my managing editor, needs to figure out which researchers are doing what territory so we can be sure all the guidebooks are adequately updated. A perk of my position is that I get to take my pick of research chores for the coming year.

I told Risa she can count on me to update London, England, Paris, Venice, Vienna, Budapest, Greece, and Istanbul. I’m sure that will evolve, but that’s my thinking now. For TV, we’ll shoot shows on Helsinki/Tallinn, Basque Country, and South Spain (all places I learned lots about this year). And then I have a big decision: branch further afield (e.g. Morocco, St. Petersburg, Romania, etc.) or redo the big Italy destinations.

The biggest regret I think I’ve had in my 20 years of TV production was not shooting in high-definition and widescreen (16 x 9) in 2001 when we spent 30 exhilarating days making five of my favorite shows ever, on Rome, Florence, Venice, the Veneto, and the Cinque Terre. While I’d probably let Veneto be, I desperately want to redo the others, perhaps making two Rome shows and two Florence shows. Those are among our most important destinations, and those were the last of the 4 x 3 standard definition shows we did. The old-fashioned aspect ratio and definition, coupled with my old nerdy glasses, make those shows feel really dated. For the last decade, whenever I watch those shows, I ask myself, “Why didn’t we spring for the high-def gear…and a new set of glasses?” High-def was pricey and a bit exotic at the time. But now, just a decade later, the old standard definition has become the new black-and-white, and high-def and widescreen have become the new standard.

Hopscotch Sinks. And the Winner Is….

Thanks for your help. So many great comments! No one came to the defense of “Mediterranean Hopscotch.” So Rich will get his way. I will propose “Mediterranean Mosaic” to the public television network for the name of the series.

I hope to air four shows for the special, and produce a DVD with those four and four more — all eight of our Mediterranean episodes on a single killer “Mediterranean Mosaic” disc, as a pledge thank you.

My personal runners-up are Mediterranean Medley… Delights… Treasures… and Charms.

Mediterranean Hopscotch Won’t Work

We’re having some fun trying to find the right name for our next PBS pledge special. I’m really excited about giving people a sneak peek at our new shows, so we’re fast-tracking the post-production of one of the six we shot this summer — Croatia. Here’s the discussion so far between me and my marketing director, Rich Sorensen. Any name ideas from our friends in blog-land are plenty welcome.

Rick to staff:
I’m planning on doing a PBS pledge special featuring Mediterranean destinations called “Mediterranean Hopscotch.” Rick
Hi Guys,
Is that name final? I’d like to help come up with a name. I don’t think “Mediterranean Hopscotch” sounds very enticing. And further more, it makes people think of Scotland — which isn’t very Mediterranean.
~Rich.

Rich,
If you have a better name, let me know…but I don’t think scotch tape means Scotland. It needs to be four words: Rick Steves’ Mediterranean xxx. Your turn, sir.
Rick

Rick Steves’ European Dream Cruise Special
Join Rick Steves on this video voyage connecting southern Europe’s most captivating ports of call, from bustling Barcelona to exotic Istanbul. Along the way we’ll explore the Riviera, Greece’s rugged Peloponnese coast — and get a fresh look along the Adriatic with Rick’s all-new show on Croatia.
~Rich.

I don’t like cruise. It’s not a cruise. How about these:
Mediterranean Treasures
Mediterranean Niblets
Mediterranean Treats
The Iliad and the Wet Dream
Mediterranean Charms
Mediterranean Gems
Rick

How about these:
Mediterranean Mambo
Mediterranean Magic
Mediterranean Meanderings
Mediterranean Gems
Mediterranean Harbors
Mediterranean Favorites
Mediterranean Moments
Mediterranean Sun
Mediterranean Shores
Mediterranean Mix
Mediterranean Medley
Mediterranean Mosey
~Rich.

Or this:
Mediterranean Serendipity
~Rich.

Rich,
Rick Steves’ Mediterranean Serendipity — that’s the best so far.
Rick

My Sweet Taskmaster Inbox

Now that I’m home again, people keep asking me, “Where’s your next trip?” I honestly don’t know. After four months of the last five in Europe, it’s simply good to be done traveling for a while. (I hope you enjoyed traveling with Cameron via this blog the last couple of weeks as much as I did. Thanks, Cameron, for packing us along.)

I’m overdue for a blog entry. Why the delay? I’ll blame my email taskmaster. As my friends and family know, if you want me to do something, give it to me in an email. My inbox is my taskmaster. For example, here’s a few of the tasks that fill my inbox and assure me I’ll have something to do tomorrow morning at work:

1. My radio and Web staff sent me the list of audio files deconstructed from our radio show archive, which we’ll design into our vision of “tour guide radio.” We’ll offer the various interviews from our radio programs in country-by-country “playlists” for listeners’ enjoyment on the road. I need to write the file titles and descriptions.

2. We’re producing a new public television pledge special. Its working title: “Mediterranean Hopscotch.” (I like the name because it sounds fun and we’ll hopscotch from Barcelona to Istanbul, but some of my staff thinks it sounds too much like Scotland.)

3. The production cost from our presenting station seems high, and we need to haggle a bit on that.

4. I’m giving a talk next month in Fort Smith, Arkansas. My travel agent assures me a 50-minute connection in Dallas between here and there is safe. (I’m nervous, but you have to rely on the airlines, and they have yet to let me down — thank Wilbur, Orville, and God).

5. I have a newspaper article due in two days (a weekly chore) and my staff has submitted the raw material from my recent Frankfurt trip with past writing on the city from which to distill the 750 word piece.

6. I’m giving a talk about “community in Europe” for a fundraiser breakfast supporting the adult day care program. A script for the Elder Health video that I’ll read is ready to review.

7. Alison of the ACLU, who met with Obama’s drug czar (former Seattle Police Chief Gil Kerlikowske) and our congressman (Jay Inslee), shares the letter the ACLU gave them explaining why they believe we should treat drug abuse more as a medical problem and less as a criminal one.

8. I’m giving a talk at our state legislature in Olympia in a couple of days sharing with our legislators how European drug policy compares with America’s. The ACLU sent me some PowerPoint slides referring to the law being discussed in Washington State to incorporate into my presentation.

9. I want to have a single DVD packed with general budget travel material in a simple cardboard package that we can spread around liberally. An email explains the extra cost for a four-hour disk rather than a standard three-hour one.

10. Ab Walet, my favorite guide in Amsterdam, has confirmed that he’ll meet some friends rain or shine for a city tour (by bike if they like) at their downtown Amsterdam apartment. They’re taking our Spain/Portugal tour next month and overnighting in Amsterdam for a crazy finale. It’s their first time there — and I want to be sure they max out on the experience given their limited time. So no museums…just Ab, bikes, and four hours exploring the city capped by a big Indonesian dinner.

11. Sayed, our guide from Iran, emailed me saying, “I hope some better days come up so you can bring tours to Iran.”

12. Class sign-ups for our teach-a-thon this weekend at the Edmonds Theater are looking good. I always push to overbook by about a third, which makes my events director nervous. But we almost always have no-shows, causing empty seats. My new classes: a general “What’s New Review After 2009 Travels,” and much-improved shows on Spain and Scandinavia after the fun I had there this year.

13. Another email gives me the files for class handouts listing all the places covered in the talks, which need to be updated accordingly.

It’s a lot of work. But I’m so endlessly entertained by it all. That’s why I have such a cozy relationship with my sweet Taskmaster Inbox.

Polish Booby Prize

This is the final of four reports that my Eastern Europe guidebook co-author Cameron Hewitt sent me from his travels:

In Poland, the big news is that several Polish cities are hosting matches for the 2012 Euro Cup soccer championships — which in Europe is only a small step down from hosting the Olympics. Everything’s under construction. They’re building new high-speed rail lines like crazy, which will be good news in a few years, but is bad news now since most journeys are substantially delayed. The Gdansk-Warsaw trip, usually about four hours, took closer to six.

Warsaw’s Central Station — my vote for most depressing and confusing rail station in Europe — is slated for a desperately needed overhaul soon. It can’t happen fast enough. In the five-minute walk from the ticket office to my platform, I ran into three different American couples who were toting my guidebook and hopelessly baffled about what to do next. Pointing them in the right direction, I felt pretty good-Samaritan about myself…until I realized that they were just the tip of the confused-tourist iceberg. Normally I’d take their confusion as a sign that the book needs improvement; in this case, I think it’s the station that needs improvement. (But I’m revamping the “Arrival” section anyway, just in case.)

There’s always something new in fast-developing Poland. Every time I go back to certain towns (like Gdansk), I discover that several good hotels and restaurants have opened. Occasionally I’ve had to list a hotel (with ample “last resort”-type caveats) that I know isn’t that great, just because there are no acceptable alternatives. It’s so satisfying to visit a few new hotels or restaurants, discover that they’re better than the old standbys, and delete the duds from my book. (There’s even a good sushi restaurant now in Gdansk — so long, “Pierogi Restaurant Under the Boar.”) In a few cases, if you compare my hotel or restaurant listings from five years ago to today’s, you’ll find only a couple of overlaps. That’s not the case in most books, but in Poland it just shows how things are steadily improving.

A couple of Poles bragged to me that Poland is one of the only countries in Europe that’s not suffering so badly from the financial crisis. It’s actually had positive economic growth last year. But it’s sort of a booby prize. When pressed for reasons, they acknowledged that it’s probably because the Polish economy is a bit backwards and not as well-integrated into the global scene, making it less prone to worldwide fluctuations.

I usually have total tunnel vision about my work, but this trip I’ve been trying to chat more with people I meet. This has reminded me how rewarding it can be to strike up a conversation — whether with a couple from Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire, or a woman from Friday Harbor who’s about to embark on an epic journey that will take her to the Baltics, the “-Stans” of central Asia, and the prettiest stretch of the Camino de Santiago. Most fascinating was the pair of young Scottish women who quit their jobs and were traveling all around Europe for four months — sleeping in their car, cooking on a camp stove, showering once a week (“10 days was the longest”), and making a go of it on a budget of €50 a day, most of which went toward gas and experiences.

But, as always, my favorites have been interactions with Polish people. It’s amazing the connections you discover with people you’d think you have nothing in common with. On the long train ride from Gdansk to Warsaw, I shared a compartment with a woman whose husband is a cognitive psychologist/memory researcher. It turns out he’s familiar with the work of the professor I was a research assistant for in college.

And just now, as I write this on the train from Warsaw to Krakow, I’ve been chatting with Monika. She told me she was going to a very remote little village northeast of Krakow to visit her father. I prodded her for more details, and it turns out she grew up in a small town (Szczurowa) that’s just a 20-minute drive from the villages where my great-grandparents were born. I’ve been in her middle-of-nowhere town twice in the last few years. She knows several people with the same surname as my ancestors. And I have to assume that she’s probably a distant cousin of some sort.

A few minutes later, “Cousin Monika” became my guardian angel when my computer crashed after I spritzed a little water on the keyboard. She called her brother-in-law, who’s a tech support guy, and got some tips. Now my computer is humming away on my lap again.

When traveling, we focus so much on the museums, the cuisine, and the scenery. But it’s often these strange, funny, serendipitous little interactions that we remember the most fondly.