We landed in Munich after a really nice hour and a half long
train ride, found our hostel, and had checked in by about 2 PM. We pretty much
instantly fell in love with the hostel. It was called Wombat’s. The staff was
super friendly, funny, and helpful, especially this Australian guy, Tom. They
also had signs up everywhere that were just really funny like one that was a
comic of batman slapping someone who was asking for the wifi code without even
saying “Hi” first. The rooms were nice and clean, sheets and towels were free,
they had a really nice courtyard, cheap breakfast, laundry facilities, and so
on. So, would also highly recommend it!…And now I’ll stop this little plug for
them.
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The Glockenspiel! |
We spent the first afternoon walking around downtown. Munich
actually reminded me a bit of LA because of the big city feel of it—except that
I couldn’t understand any of the signs and the buildings are significantly
cooler. We saw the Glockenspiel and one of the most beautiful churches I’ve seen.
I loved it because it was SO different from the Gothic architecture that’s all
over France. There were these beautiful little paper birds all flying towards
the front. The colors were pastel pink and yellow and blue. And as usual, it
was just incredibly ornate.


A huge highlight was walking into a dirndl shop (lederhosen
are for men, dirndls are for women.) We had seen a ton in Austria but they were
really expensive so we went into this store and ended up trying some on and
they were too cute NOT to buy them. It was still a bit pricy for me but not bad
in comparison. I suffered about 20 minutes of buyer’s remorse afterwards but
had great girlfriends to help me justify it. And realistically, when would I be
back in Germany buying one? Plus I now have a great Halloween costume and
Oktoberfest outfit for when I’m 21!
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Melinda, Emily, London and I posing in our dirdnls! |
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Emily, London, and myself. |
We did have a lot of fun just trying them on, however. You
wouldn’t believe just how many varieties of colors and patterns you can choose
from. The little shirt and the apron are separate pieces so you can mix and
match those. We also learned some pretty cool cultural things about them. For
example, where you tie the apron basically tells people your relationship
status! My friend London had walked out with it tied behind her back and the
girl helping us with them told her not to do that because it means she’s
widowed. So, left hip is single, right hip is taken/in a relationship, and the
middle is for younger girls who shouldn’t really be identifying as any of the
above options.
Also, we had sincerely wondered if they were just a tourist
thing. But NO! People actually where them. We saw girls and guys in them not
only during the day walking around, but also in clubs and bars at night!
We had a pretty relaxing night with some dinner and hanging
out in the bar in the hostel. A few of us went and tried out a club later which
was pretty fun but also a bit bizarre. I say that because people in Europe
dance very differently than Americans, which I may have mentioned before, but
in case I hadn’t—Europeans kind of… rock side to side (and not all of them, but
the vast majority), whereas my friends and I just kind of goof around and dance
like idiots which translates into us sticking out like sore thumbs. But we had
fun, so that’s all that really counts right? Maybe? Oh well.
The next day we woke up early and caught a train to see the
Neuschwanstein Castle! We literally walked up to the train station ten minutes
before the next train left and hopped on one. It takes a while to get to the
castle between the train, a bus, another bus, and then walking around once
you’re there, but it was totally worth it. You could pay for tours to go inside
but everyone I’d talked to about it said it wasn’t necessary. And thanks to
London, our personal history major and tour guide, I got to learn about the
king who built the castle and of his very mysterious death. We got lunch in the
town below the castle and headed back.
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Inside the courtyard of Neuschwanstein. |
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The view from a bridge that was incredibly high up and therefore pretty scary for me, but worth it! |
That night we had a blast checking out the beer gardens and
meeting lots of people from our hostel who were from all over the place. It
ended up being probably one of my favorite nights out for the break.
Our last day ended on a more somber note for sure, but also
on a very powerful one. We went and took a tour of the Dachau Concentration
Camp which was the first camp in existence. It was also one of the biggest and
was used as the model for all of the following camps. We were informed that
Auschwitz is the place to go to see the full extent of the Nazism and the
camps, but Dachau was where it really all started.
We were very fortunate to take a tour with a great guide who
approached everything from a very intellectual level. He didn’t want to glorify
anything and said we weren’t there to re-enact events from that place, but that
it was a historical site to be studied and to approach realistically. That
approach was absolutely fascinating and I learned a lot.
However, the experience there really isn’t something you can
put well into words. And I want to do it justice. So all I can really say, for
me and my personal experience there, was that it was pretty surreal. To
actually be in a place where something you’ve learned about over and over in
history classes and in movies and even, for us, that we’d talked about in the
previous countries we’d just been in, is pretty hard to wrap your head around.
And I felt I was constantly in this weird place of not wanting to think about
what had happened in the place I was standing, but having that be the reason I
was there—to think about it.
There really is a lot I wish I could say but at this moment
I’m struggling to figure out how to say it exactly…
…Because I really can’t fully express the heaviness that
permeated the entire place, the overwhelming sadness and horror that came over
me, personally, walking under the entry gates, or the almost numbness I had to
feel standing in front of the crematoriums or walking through the gas chamber.
Dachau actually hadn’t been a major extermination camp when The Final Solution
was implemented. It started out as a sort of “reformation center” for all of
Hitler’s enemies. However, the torture was present day in and day out—not just
physically but mentally and emotionally. Those facilities were in fact used.
And as our guide frequently reminded us, if one person had died there and a
million had died elsewhere, that’s still 1,000,001 deaths and each and every
single one is a tragedy.
So although I’m sure I’m depressing everyone taking the time
to read this far, I think it’s important to share it. And on a maybe slightly
better note, I’d like to add that what also hit me pretty hard was seeing this
monument that was designed by survivors of the camp. It’s a monument of an
unknown prisoner: “To Honor the Dead, to Warn the Living.”
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Memorial to the Unknown Prisoner at Dachau. |
So after a relatively somber day we went back to the hostel
to get some rest. Because we had an early flight the next morning we had to
wake up at about 3 AM to check out of the hostel, catch a subway to the airport
at 3:48, and get checked in to our flight. We had a slight hiccup when we got
downstairs with our keys and sheets and the reception desk was closed! So we
woke up real fast thanks to the stress of searching for someone to check us out
and give us our IDs (which they had behind the desk in exchange for the room
keys). We ended up having to leave since the next subway wouldn’t be until 4:48
and we’d most likely miss our flight. So we put the sheets in a bin, shoved our
keys through a little space in the desk, and left! They emailed us as soon as
they could apologizing—apparently one girl had been on duty and had to help an
extremely intoxicated man find his room and get taken care of, so she had had
to close everything down. They mailed us the IDs without a problem which was nice.
Then after a lot of free time in the airport, some
face-timing, a short flight, an hour and a half bus, and a 20 minute walk to
the college, we made it back just in time for brunch followed by pretty much an
entire day of sleep.
SO: in conclusion to my spring break posts—it was a BLAST. I
was so happy I found friends who wanted to do something besides the beach for
the break. I was thrilled to have taken advantage of the 9 day break. And on
top of that I was very happy with how much we were able to cram into those 9
days (if you’ve read all of the blog posts, I’m sure you can tell) without completely
wearing ourselves out! In 9 days we conquered 3 countries, tons of new
experiences, so much incredible food, a lot of laughter, and a ton of stories
and memories that I will definitely be keeping with me forever.