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Venturing the world
Without stepping out my door
Rick's radio show
— Jeremy
P.S. Travel with Rick Steves is the only thing I listen to on my iPod these days. The show is great and the next best thing to taking actual trips in these hectic days.
Moon threw back her head
Open mouthed gulped the starlight
Languid and content
Moon in the bamboo
White sparks fly among the leaves
Susurrant quiver
Mute and lonely moon
Sails the arc of empty sky
Waiting for a cloud
Pool of calm moonlight
The wan birch bark spirit sips
With moist lips of night
Rain as light mist falls
Clinging droplets on each leaf
A breath an echo
— Peter
A true lit major
I spent my day in Dublin
Reading Beowulf.
— Gabrielle
Mah Dahm suit suit suit
I make you blouse sexy dress
we go for shopping
— Susan
Like the Heartland, yet...
Volcano in my window
Sea Lions barking
— Peggy
O Jerusalem
Holy city, ancient faiths
Perilous discord
— Deborah
Birthday in Venice
Prosecco in St. Mark's Square
Makes me grow younger
Narrow alleyways
Bridges arch over dark canals
What campo is this?
Dark eyed Italian
Shows us her citta bella
We hang on each word
Early morning rain
Wet sheen on the cobble stones
A slippery stroll
High tide floods the square
But music and dance go on
The night is magic
— Mike
Spain and Portugal
Recommended by Rick Steves
Exhilarates Me!
— Lisa
Cabo no loco.
Pick guitar, tan at poolside.
Workmen build ox-cart.
— Larry
Church Bells In Sunlight
My Duomo Is Just In Sight
Smiling Comes After Small Tears.
— Cheryl
It's time to travel
Journeying across the land
With Rick Steve's in hand.
— Stephen
Tacoma misplaced
South of famous Seattle
Hides Point Defiance
— Janet
Scabby branch dangler.
Knotted elbows bend the blue.
Dandilions weed.
— Adriana
People go outside
No more snow, ice is melting
It is spring right now
— Noah
Cheese, wine and great friends
The lovely French countryside
Lifetime memories
— Koko
Flying above clouds
filled with anticipation
I begin my dream.
— Laurie
Rick, thanks to your book
Pompeii bustled and frescos sang
Look, lead pipes back then?
— Amy
In neon High Tops
Along cobbled roads I tread
in Caesar's footprints.
— Ilana
Travel will make you
A citizen of the world.
So join the party.
Scotland bids me come.
Loch Ness ? Bagpipes? Golf? Who cares!
What's under those kilts?
Rest, weary trav'ler.
It looked like heaven on line,
But my room's from hell.
Bus driver, tour guide,
Eight countries in seven days.
I'm too tired to care.
— Vicky
Traveling with Rick
Is sure to give you a kick
Adventure awaits
— Ellen
Faraway places —
All near to see...when watching
Rick Steves' DVDs.
— Tish
Blossoms before breeze,
In gardens around the world:
Continental drift.
Spring wakes to wonder;
Lust to learn about the world. . .
My neighbor's back door.
— Bill
Europe on Rick's Tour
Gimmelwald and Grand Paris
Oh, so heavenly!
— Greta
Travel around It
Take pleasure in It now
Today is the time
— Jan
First rule of travel
Rick says "Wear your money belt"
Too late! Money's gone!
Forty years I wait
My dream no longer postponed
At last I travel.
A hernia lurks
I thought I needed it all.
Next time, I'll pack light.
The best souvenir —
Pizza, pasta, gelato
Brought home on my hips.
— Vicky
'Cross the continent
Both young and old adventure:
New age pioneers.
— Sean
Slovenia is
Mountains, Seacoast, Rivers, Hills
All in a day's drive
— Dom
Thirty rolls of film,
Two cameras, one outfit.
Wouldn't change a thing.
Cinque Terre days
Hiking the coastal pathway
Don't skimp on sunscreen.
Driving in West Wales
New shades of green at each turn
Relaxes the soul.
Paris in springtime
Rosy-hued skies at sunset
Skip the museums!
London 's pouring rain
Tea and scones by the window
Now I understand.
Iced canals glisten
Amsterdam 's cozy winter
Heineken tour, stat.
Venice: lost treasure
Finding clues without a map
Hidden gelato!
First glimpse of Florence
Late-day sun kisses Duomo
Memory trumps film.
— Amy
A curious mind
What color is the summer
A traveler knows
The night sky I fly
Wonder what the morning brings
I open my eyes
On the forest floor
Which I've never seen before
I can see me more
— Michelle
A change of clothes
An open mind, an easy laugh
The world awaits your journey.
— Ann
Let's see the whole world.
Make your travel dreams come true.
Just get out and GO.
— Linda
In San Marco Square
Carnevale revelers make
Kaleidoscope shapes.
— LeeAnn
If I never see
Another redwood again,
I will not suffer.
— Judy, Daryl, Andy & Philip
Cape Town guitarist
With guitar made of petrol can
Plays perfect old songs
Quaito music on
Radio in the townships rocks
The shanties with jazz beats
Bottle head dolphins
Arcing over waves, wheeling,
Mating, tails up in ecstacy
Black mimes in white face
White arms, white legs, do a ro-
Bot skeleton dance
They hit your face at
Night on the jeep ride —
Kami-kazi dung beetles
Deep in African
bush — a birdsong memory
Of dimestore childhood
The wrong person could
Drive up and down these roads and
Never see a thing
Playing with the waves
You can feel the ocean pulse
With earth's life rhythms
Paper lantern stars
In a galaxy of patterns —
Tropical Christmas
Autorickshaw sword —
Fish pointed heads stick out left,
Tails stick out right side
Shantytown kites fly —
Yesterday purple paper
Today cellophane
— William
Misty rain falling
City of lights twine my soul
Vivid dreams are mine
— Victoria
Lithuania
Your dumplings are so tender
Your buses so slow
— David
Breeze caresses tree
The tree shivers with delight
Leaves dance in the sun
— Dennis
Paris, Tulleries,
Leaning back in garden chair,
Ultimate repose.
Rome , motorbike swarms
Lift dust clouds. Splashing fountains
Clear, refresh my soul.
Cinque Terre towns,
Terraced vineyards climb steep hills,
Stair steps to heaven.
Heathrow layover,
Mad Tube dash to see London
Mind the gap, no Queen.
Lisbon tram, quanto ?
Confusion, stranger pays fare.
Kind souls everywhere.
Aix-en-Provence mass
A cappella, hooded priests.
Kiss of peace, one world.
Amsterdam airport
Smoky haze, cafes downtown
Weed smoke paradise.
Riviera stroll,
Olive grove picnic, delight,
Mid-summer unguent.
Back alley café,
Owner seizes me, dancing.
Frankie croons, I swoon.
— Joan
Scotland had no rain
It was five days of walking
And ended with dance.
Long Interstate ten
We started on an island
The desert was our goal.
A narrow-gauge rail
Durango to Silverton
Happy birthday Dad!
Don't rain Seattle
Left my jacket in Texas
Hotel won't call back.
Swam off Ko Samui
Slept at Cleopatra's Palace
Ate and ate and ate.
While Bound for Thailand
Eight hours in Manila
All in the airport.
Smithsonian Folklife Festival
Haitian art, Latin dance, coastal cooking
Reeling from one tent to the next.
— Gretchen
Dodging vehicles
On the wrong side of the road,
Exhilarating!
Churches trimmed with lace,
Crocheted from snippets of stone
Don't need ironing.
Gargoyles gurgle
Protecting those inside from . . .
Downpours and demons.
Like noisy children
Bells clamor for attention,
Who can clang loudest?
Tired achy feet
Knees that creak with every step,
Hand me my Aleve.
Unfamiliar words
Swirl past like wind-blown snowflakes,
My tongue catches one.
Who knew there would be
So many ways you could flush?
Keep looking — it's there.
Finding long-lost friends,
Picking up where we left off
20 years ago.
Mountain peaks stand guard,
Silently watching for trains
Threading through tunnels.
Sleeping with strangers
In a snug six-pack couchette,
I try not to snore.
I pictured sunshine
When I thought of Italy . . .
But it rained instead.
Houses perched on hills
Lean like tipsy revelers
Against each other.
Savor the memories
Of unforgettable sights,
Before I grow old.
— Laurie
Nearing the lighthouse,
Just us- but look there's Fungi!
This day is perfect.
— Susan
Turkish Coffee
The Tamburica
Cogitate of Croatia
— Monika
Fourteen thousand feet
Undaunting
clear crisp fresh clean
A breathless wonder
— RJ
Germans have six weeks
Sounds more civilized to me.
We work too hard here!
— Marlene
With careful planning
A summer journey unfolds
My heart pounds within
— Christa