Sunday morning we woke up, reluctantly, and headed for Dachau. It wasn't that we didn't want to go to Dachau, we did, but that we still weren't feeling 100% and it was rainy. I don't watch the news here in the states, so why would I act any differently on vacation? Because I didn't check the weather, I didn't realize that it was going to be overcast, rainy, and down right cold on Sunday. When we got on the bus for Dachau, it wasn't terribly cold, but it was when we arrived!! Our tour guide left something to be desired (a lot to be desired!) and it was lightly raining the entire time. Abigail started balling about half way through the walk down to the eternal flame, so we left the camp area and headed to the cafe to warm up and grab some lunch.
Dachau wasn't an execution camp, but a work camp, hence the "Albeit Macht Frei" at the gate entrance - "Work Make Free". This was, of course, a lie, but something that the Nazis used to improve morale, if that was possible. Dachau was the first Nazi camp in Germany and was used as a model for many that followed. After the American's raided Dachau, in 1945, much of the camp was destroyed. The barracks that is currently standing was later rebuilt after being destroyed. A lot of what is there is memorials. There is a museum that contains a lot of pictures and Jordan watched a video (I had to stay outside - in the museum - with Abigail).
I had been to both Auschwitz and Dachau before and, have to say that, to me, Auschwitz is much more striking. Of course, Auschwitz was an execution camp, so its story is a lot more inconceivable and heart breaking. I think that Jordan was left wanting more, and said that it didn't hit him like he thought it might (in other words, he didn't have a whole lot of emotions while there). I know that might sound harsh, but it's one thing to look at pictures, and a building that looks fairly new. However, that night he couldn't sleep very well and was up thinking about what he saw. He stated the next morning that it took awhile for him to process everything.
The Holocaust and Nazis are something that has always fascinated me. In my line of work I see hate. Real, true hate. And, I don't understand it. Any of it. What Hitler did and the kind of hate that he had to feel toward another human being is truly incomprehensible for me. I've done research papers on the Holocaust and Auschwitz (another reason I may be partial to Auschwitz over Dachau) and that is something that I always struggle with. The hate.
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Monday we did a lot of hanging out. We made a trip into Garmish to shop and we went swimming again. We ate at an amazing restaurant that had great, authentic, food. It was highly recommended and we would also recommend it!
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Dada tied her towel around her waist ~ doesn't she look like a big girl?!
Some beautiful things on our walk in town
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Our awesome food at Zum Wildschutz
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Tuesday we went into Munich. We had the greatest tour guide and had a wonderful time. Abby and Jordan got to watch the Glockenspiel for the first time and we learned how the Oktoberfest came to be:
In 1810, King Ludwig I (then only a prince) married {this was a big deal, because he was a major bachelor (bachelor = player)}, and they had a huge celebration. The citizens decided that this should continue every year and it still does today! Kind of a cool story, I thought. I'm not sure how much of it is true, but I like it!
Munich, in a nutshell
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I just loved this picture... you can't get pictures like this around here (with those kind of buildings in the background!)
Wednesday we did some more hanging out and went into Garmish again. We ate at a cute Italian place for lunch and later that day had our family picture taken (I'm still waiting on that 8x10 to arrive). That night we had an "anniversary" dinner at the Pullman Place (I know daring, right? after getting food poisoning there?). We ordered some chocolate fondue for desert and Abigail loved it. She's really gotten into dipping lately and it was adorable!!
Her and her dada (in her dress, which he loved)
Dipping in the chocolate!
Thursday it was time to leave... we took the train into Munich to get on our plane. We arrived over two hours early, but I waited in line to check our luggage forever. When it was finally my turn, the lady told me we needed to be making our way through security because our flight would board in 12 minutes. Seriously?! Needless to say it was a very emotional good bye for Jordan and I. Once we boarded Abigail asked for dada, and I had to tell her (while trying to maintain my composure) that we had to tell dada bye bye. She waved and said "dada?". It brought me to tears and take off was a bit rough. After we were in the air for a little bit, the girl next to me (she had the window seat, and I had the isle seat) moved, so Abby and I had a little "nook". It was great, though we spent most of our time walking the isle. Abigail barely cried at all, but stayed awake for the entire international flight. Once we left Chicago for KC, however, she was out. She slept for that entire flight, but woke as we were taxing and cried and cried, nothing would calm her. Once we were finally in the car on our way home, she fell asleep again and slept until we got home (refused to eat dinner) and slept all night.
Our trip, if you couldn't tell, was amazing. We miss Jordan like crazy ("dada" is literally the first word out of her mouth in the morning, and the last before she falls asleep at night), but, since it's almost May, we only have 4ish months left!!click to enlarge



































