Well after a brief hiatus on blogging while I got back into the swing of things. I will continue my European adventure.
Day 12 started early…We needed to take the car back to the airport to hand it in. This was the smoothest transaction I have ever experienced. We literally drove it into the rental car return section, left the keys in the car and walked away. That was that! So, we went to the info booth at the airport and purchased the Munich 3 Day pass for both of us. This was definitely a great investment. It paid for itself with just the train ride into Munich and back…plus we had countless discounts on food…we certainly used it to our advantage.
Straight from the airport, we were heading out to Dachau Concentration Camp for a day of history, emotions and sadness.
We got on the train early in the morning and started the journey out to Dachau, an old medieval town about 15 km northwest of Munich. Dachau was the first Nazi concentration camp in Germany and it served as a model for all other camps that followed.
Once you get off the train at Dachau, there is a map outside the station that you can follow to take the exact path that so many walked in history. Along the way, there are signs given a description of what the many men and women felt and experienced as they dredged on their final journey.
As we walked this same path, the emotions were overwhelming, but we had no idea what we were in store for this day.
We rented the audio package so that we could listen to stories and hear the history. I am so glad we did this…At first when you enter the camp, there is a large outdoor center area. We followed along with the audio package taking us on a journey through time with original stories of horror. You walk through the camp and read everything, see everything, feel everything. We literally spent all day there, in fact we ran out of time. If you are touched by such history and plan to visit this camp, I highly recommend that you plan to stay all day. We ended up rushing through the last bit of the camp because we needed to get back to the city for our tour that evening.
The things we saw there…while obviously no comparison to surviving it, but the things we saw there…it is so important for people to remember what happened there. As the mural says when you walk into the camp…”NEVER AGAIN”. I will never forget this day for as long as I live, I will remember.
As I knew this would be an emotional day, I had scheduled a Beer History Tour for the evening, so we left Dachau and headed back to the city for the tour…more on that later.