|remains of the train rails that brought the prisoners into the camp|
|the sign on the camp's entrance door: work will make you free|
I knew that visiting the camp would be hard and emotionally draining, but I wasn't prepared for how chilling it was. Words can't even describe the feeling I had. I was numb; like I couldn't comprehend the evil that once existed.
We walked slowly out of the camp and waited for the bus to take us back to the train station. We weren't really talking much, but rather, silently reflecting on what we had just experienced.
After a short train ride, we were back in downtown Munich again. We were starving, so we decided to visit a close open-air market to grab a quick bite to eat. Hubby and my brother both ordered sandwiches, and I ordered a brautwurst. It was one of the best things I ate during our whole trip. After we were finished eating, it was time to meet up with the rest of the family. We met in the Marienplatz and watched the Rathaus-Glockenspiel play.
After we decided that we'd spent too much money, we met up with the others and took the train out to the English Garden for dinner and a stroll through the park. The English Garden was beautiful, and BIG (it's bigger than New York's Central Park). Walking through, we were reminded very much of our own Stanley Park and we got a little homesick.
We stopped for dinner and ordered a sausage, fries, and a beer and sat at a picnic table and enjoyed the last bits of daylight. Hubby and I were soaking up the last bits of family time, as we knew that we had an early departure to Venice the next day.
|our dinner spot|
|the boys in the English Garden|