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Travel Blogs from Wessling
... Munich airport, named after the great classical composer Strauss. Rome's airport is Leonardo Da Vinci. We fly from Munich to Pierre Elliot Trudeau in Montreal. At least it's not called Don Cherry International. I mentioned the war once in Munich, but I think I got away with it. So that is that. By the time you read this we will be back at home getting ready for our return to real life. Hanging up the tourist shoes for now, and they are well worn. See you ...
... that I happened to be in town the last week of the festival. So, I did that. I had been well prepared by SF to navigate the UBahn system, so it was a piece of cake to find my way around. My evening had me take advantage of the little balcony off my room and a nice bottle of red wine from the neighbouring cafe. I had made the decision that evening that I would visit the KZ - ...
... it completely worth it. We then continued to mosey through the pedestrian-only streets surrounding the platz, entering multiple churches and coming across the coolest Mercedes showroom ever.
Our day eventually led us to the 500 year old Hofbrauhaus, we spent a good amount of time exploring the multiple levels of the historical building. The top level is Festival Hall, definitely the loudest and most lively. Festival Hall was one of the sites where Hitler rallied together ...
... We stood outside for a good
while deciding whether to go in or not.
After some consideration we did go in - it was gruesome. We walked through one of the gas chambers and
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Really not a place I would go back to again
but it gave us an understanding of how bad this atrocity really was.
Colin, Aleisha and I are glad we
did visit Dachau. It gave us a sense of
how horrible and gruesome ...
... buildings. I cannot speak German (although it seems like such a logical language-- more so than English or any of the other languages I experiment with, and would be a delight to learn), so there is much that I cannot really see. I cannot dig under the surface. Compared to Berlin, there seem to be less people who speak English (although French served me on the train).
Of course, by the time ...