Sleep continues to elude me. I bought the german brand of Dramamine to try tonight.
After staring at the clock for several hours, I finally got up and got ready for the day. I ventured out, on my own, while mom got ready. My mission: to gather additional medical supplies to doctor mom's foot AND to arrange a tour for us.
I am rapidly becoming a podiatrist or, perhaps, something in the travel industry. LOL
I returned, got mom all fixed up and we headed out. Since our tour didn't start until 1pm, we had time to do a little shopping and ate at little bistro. We sat outside to enjoy the beautiful day. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you read correctly.
Finally, we got a reprieve from the heat and had a lovely day.
At the appropriate time, we ventured to the meeting location of our tour. We met a few people from the U.S. of A, a few royal subjects, and a few canadians, eh!
We had to take a subway, a train, and a bus to reach the quaint little village of Dachau, just outside Munich.
There, we toured the first concentration camp, Dachau. All other subsequent concentration camps were modeled after this one. It was an incredible, fascinating, yet somber tour. It was very serious and children under the age of 12 were suggested not to attend. It was graphic and horrifying. Our tour guide was excellent and VERY knowlegeable about Dachau and all of WWII.
Mom was a trouper. She kept up with the fast pace tour as long as she could before she headed back to the front of the memorial to wait.
I was deeply moved by just being there. Seeing the things that I have only read about, or seen in movies. Just when you think you know all there is about WWII, you
learn more.
We made our way back to Munich where mom and I ate at McDonald's (it's safe) before heading back to our room. I got mom all doctored up and she fell fast asleep.
I bought the German equivalent of dramamine in my effort to sleep tonight.
Tomorrow, our adventure takes us to our next stop.
As I sit here, now, I reflecting on today's events, all that I learned, and the feelings it envoked within me, I don't think I will soon forget this day....if ever.
The cremation ovens.
The crematorium and the infamous chimney where souls were released to God.
The first cremation ovens used until more prisoners were killed. Then, more had to be built. Guess who built it. Guess who operated the ovens.
10,000 volts of electricity flowed through the fence that several prisoners used to commit suicide.
A view of where 30 barracks once stood.
One reconstructed barrack for visitors to get an idea.
"Work will set you free."
It was lies, lies, lies I tell you.
Entrance gate, to hell, and the camp's headquarters.
Watch Tower
Jail was used to teach the prisoners who was in charge and who had the power.
