we’ve made an intention that when we vacation, that we at least educate ourselves as well. I know that walking the walls of a medieval town, you come across historical information which can be educational, but we also don’t want to push aside historical events that shape the present day, and as a reminder that horrible things happened and are still happening, and that we all have to be better to each other.

we visited Dachau on our way back to Munich from the Black Forest and it was something of an eerie feeling, something melancholy that twists your stomach to know and be in the same ground that so many lives walked on that are no longer with us, or that didn’t even have a chance, that you can stand in front of bunks and ovens where people suffered and were killed. I can’t quite put into words the feeling, perhaps because I’m too scared to, or maybe because there are no words that describe it.