Today was a solemn day. Kari, Diana, and I went to Dachau the concentration camp near Munich. All of the information inside was very interesting. What really sends a chill down your spine is that they close the gate after your enter. Though it is not locked, you get the sense of what it’s like to be fenced in someplace. Trapped. I got to see where the prisoners slept, were held in special cells, prayed, had roll call, the crematory, and the gas chamber. Thankfully this gas chamber was never used. As I walked through the crematory, I entered a room that I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then it hit me. I was in the gas chamber. You could see the spouts where the gas would have come out and the steel door that could trap you inside. I got very creeped out being in there alone and had to call Kari to join me in there. It’s hard to believe that I was in a place where hundreds of people died and were tortured. I walked on the same ground as they did. I probably walked over a spot where at one point someone lay dead on the ground. I know this sounds graphic but this is the feeling I got being in there. It’s not a happy place. With that said, I think that everyone should visit a concentration camp if they’re in Europe. It really hits you and you learn a lot. If history should never repeat itself, then everyone should visit a concentration camp. I guarantee you no one will ever try to create one of these places again.
After our visit to the camp, it was time to hope on the bus and head home. This was the worse bus ride of my life! I was perfectly fine until the main highway was closed and we had to take a back road home. This road snaked for HOURS. Two hours to be exact. There were no straight parts in this road. It was one curve after another. I’ll spare everyone detail and just say that curves and myself do not get alone at all. Our 8 hour bus ride home ended up taking 10. So we didn’t get home until 2am Monday morning. Thankfully I didn’t have class until 3pm so I got to sleep in. I was never so happy to get off of a bus in my entire life.
I missed Florence a lot. I actually told Kari and I miss home meaning Florence. J I truly do love Italy now and I very much wish I never had to leave. If I have the opportunity to move here, I’d really have to consider it. Except I’d probably move to France. I’m better with that language lol. What I didn’t miss about Florence though were the Italian men. It was nice being in Germany and not getting hit on or yelled after every day. It was a breath of fresh air. Sure enough, on my way home from class that Monday, I had some creepy Italian hit on me. And today it happened 4 times while shopping for about two hours. I can’t escape getting hit on in the states and it’s no exception here. Actually it’s worse here lol. Don’t get me wrong the attention is nice at times but it can also get annoying. And for those of you who are upset with me and say that I’m lucky it happens to me all of the time, try it for a couple months, you’ll get tired of it too. Especially when the men are very creepy.
Overall, I do have to say that Germany was an amazing experience and I’m glad I went. This trip is in my top three since studying here. Rome and Venice are also up there. Thanks for reading this long post everyone! And again sorry I didn’t update sooner. I’m currently uploading pictures on photo bucket but the process takes hours and hours and hours. Go on my photo bucket page in a day or two and they’ll be up!
Ciao and Auf Wiedersehen (goodbye in Italian and German)
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