On the Road to Munich

After we left Rothenburg, we made our way, on our super awesome bus, to the next destination. We were off to Munich. Since we hadn't had much sleep, the bus became our favorite place to catch a few Zzz. On our way to Munich, we had one very important stop to make. We took a trip to Dachau Concentration Camp. This was one of the most humbling experiences I have ever witnessed. The evil and wrong doing that went on in this place were bone chilling. I have never felt to helpless and angry at the same time. The torture experienced by hundreds of innocent people made my blood boil with anger. The things I saw in the barracks and the crematorium, have been etched into my mind, and will remain there for an eternity. The above picture is one of the gate that guards the entrance to Dachau. The literal translation from German to English is "Work makes free" which in reality was nothing but a lie. Those people who worked harder just worked themselves to death quicker. Most of the people who entered Dachau didn't end up leaving alive unless it was through the American liberation of the camp at the wars end.

The Journey Begins

We left Thursday afternoon, and had a seven hour flight over the Atlantic Ocean. When we finally arrived at the Frankfort airport, the entire group was glad to be back on land. The flight was full of excitement and numerous movies, but we were itching to see new things and experience new cultures. The language barrier was only a small problem considering how we had all taken at least two years of German in high school. When we arrived at our first hotel in Rotenburg, everything seemed surreal. I was really in another country with a different language and a different currency. We didn't have any down time after we got there because we were instantly off to see one of the oldest cities in Germany. Rotenburg was built in mid-evil times, and to get into the mood, we created guilds and took up jobs as mid-evil workers.