In 1992, a dear friend showed me a book.
“Have you ever heard of this guy?” she asked. “I think you’ll love him.”
It was a book called, Europe Through the Back Door, by Rick Steves. I was enthralled.
His message was that you could travel without trepidation to any European country, undaunted by irrational fears, overwhelming museums, or metro ticket machines. He showed you how.
His message was to travel close to the ground, becoming a temporary European, being “part of the party — not part of the economy.”
“This way of travel,” he wrote, “is better because of — not in spite of — your budget.”
This I could relate to. But what really resonated with me, and does so even more every time I fly over to the other side, is his philosophy of traveling with an open mind.
“If you don’t enjoy a place,” he writes, “maybe you don’t know enough about it. Seek the truth.”
I don’t understand Americans (or anyone, really) who travel to another country to experience its differences and then complain about them. Rick states it perfectly: “If something’s not to your liking, change your liking.”
It wasn’t until 1996 when my life’s circumstances finally allowed me to make that first long-dreamed-for trip to Europe. Gino and I made it with confidence, our Rick Steves’ books in our packs. That trip, combined with several more since then, have been life changing.
Rick’s belief (and rightly so) is that travel destroys ethnocentricity. Even though we might disagree with a government, we can still be friends with its people.
And it goes both ways. Gino and I bravely continued to travel during the Bush years, wondering how we might be received across the sea. We needn’t have worried. Everywhere, people were as warm and welcoming as they ever had been (even with an occasional curious, “So what’s with your Mr. Bush? What were you all thinking?” (Hey, it wasn’t me!)
This very first deviation from independent travel was an amazing experience. We met people and saw things we never would have had we not taken this tour. We will cherish those memories forever.
It was Rick Steves who first gave us the courage and belief that yes, we could travel independently through Europe. We still do prefer that mode of travel. So we will resume our journeys, independently, with Rick Steves once again in our packs, but with our own sense of discovery and wonder in our own hands.
Thanks, Rick!
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I dedicate this travel blog to my wonderful husband, Gino.
At the beginning of our first trip in 1996, I stood at the foot of a rather steep trail looking up at a castle perched way at the top. I could already imagine the dramatic view of the lake and town below, where my Italian grandmother was born. I was going up.
Gino, however, had other ideas.
“I think I’ll just wait for you right here by this bench,” he said.
I started up the path alone. But it wasn’t long before I heard footsteps crunching behind me. I turned and there was Gino, right on my heels.
The view was indeed indescribable. To this day, he is thankful he made the climb. And he’s been with me every step since then, no matter how high the tower, how dark the tunnel, how parched the throat.
Here’s to all the shared discoveries, Honey…and, of course, the wine. There are many more to come.