Dachau

Thursday night proved to be a long one as the air conditioning in our hotel room went out and I came down with the European monster cold. I'm talking sky high fever and coughs like a smoker of 90 years. It was a looooong night. We had to rearrange our day to accommodate an extra morning nap for me once I'd gotten some medicine and fresh orange juice in my system. 

I'm fruity!

I swear by this juice. We finally got around and headed for Garmisch to get into the mountains. We got to the train only to learn it was canceled due to a tree falling on the tracks! Ugh! Good thing we didn't go earlier or we'd have been trapped in the mountain town overnight without a hotel booked! (Note: our American was showing as we thought "if a tree falls, move it right away" alas the Europeans take their time getting these things accomplished.)

Fancy cab!

Jackson has been amazed at the Mercedes taxis all over the Munich area. 

Once our mountain dreams were dashed, we decided to go to a concentration camp memorial some Facebook friends had suggested we visit. It was a moving, moving place. It was so eery to be in a place that was once a place of certain torture and death. We stood in rooms were people were stripped and shaved and just treated like things instead of fellow humans. We read all about the things that happened in this camp with shock and disgust. Over and over again we wondered how this could have happened.

The entrance no one wanted to see. 

This building is now a museum

The actual intake area.

These trees have seen the best and the absolute worst of mankind.

I was kind of obsessed with the trees. You'll see that in coming photos.

Jackson taking it all in with disgust. 

This ditch was where prisoners went to be purposely shot to end their misery. 

The guard tower 

Where the barracks once stood

Trees.

Info on the trees

Sleeping quarters

A sculpture meant to memorialize all who experience the
horrors of this camp

We left Dachau and headed back to Munich. It was an easy train trip and before long we were back in our room getting ready for a dinner out. 

The walk to dinner proved interesting. We took a little different route than we had previously and the characters around us were sketchy to put it kindly. We didn't feel super safe so it was a very quick .75 mile walk--bum knee and all! 

I get to spend my life with this handsome dude. #Winning

We went to a restaurant that we'd read had the best cordon bleu in the city and we were not let down! Jackson had the original cordon bleu which noted that it was spicy, but didn't mention how spicy. I took one bite and almost died. Imagine a breaded tenderloin stuffed with ham, cheese and spiciest buffalo sauce you've ever eaten. Needless to say, his mouth was on fire! An older German couple seated next to us got such a kick out of him. They kept saying, "look at the American struggle with this schnitzel!!" I was cracking up. I finally convinced him to stop eating it and work on my schnitzel which wasn't spicy! Whew. I knew I'd hear about heartburn later if he didn't quit eating his order soon!! After dinner we took a different, safer route home and called it a night. Something about the walk to the restaurant convinced us that staying in our room was the best option for the evening! Bummer. We will not be returning to Munich until they get some of their issues figured out. It was a dirty city where we just didn't feel safe. Bummer! 

Before and After
(he helped on mine quite a bit!)