Our visit to Dachau concentration camp was heavy to say the least. Spending the last three months in Europe, we’ve learned about WWII from so many different perspectives. We read (most of) the diary of Ann Frank with the kids and visited her hiding place. We saw the monument in London dedicated to the fallen allied soldiers, and we witnessed Germany still trying to atone for the atraucities of their past almost 70 years later.
Several people suggested the kids, especially Charlotte, might be too young to visit the camp and see first hand some of the worst sides of humanity. We felt, and still feel, like they are mature enough to handle it and it’s important to know the history…our history.
The images of the over cramped living quarters and the first hand accounts of the survivors will be memories we will never be able to forget. I think it’s a valuable lesson in this journey around the planet to see not only the beautiful and the wonderful sites, but also the ugly and the sad. This is who we are and where we came from.