As the title of this day suggests, it was an emotional day for us. Not only was it the finish of our exploring on our own in Europe but it was the day of a tour that we had planned for a long time. Since the first day that we started to work with Kari, we knew that when we were in Amsterdam we would want to spend some time walking in the footsteps of the numerous people who had sadly lived and died during WWII suffering the atrocities brought forth by Nazi Germany when they marched into Amsterdam. We both were very familiar with Anne Frank's life and knew that many other Jews had been torn from their homes in Amsterdam and sent to their deaths at the hands of the Nazis when they invaded this and other cities. But we had not realized the great amount of Jews that had lived in this beautiful city prior to and after the war. There were over 100,000 Jewish citizens in this city prior to 1940 and fewer than 10% were left after the war. A very small number had left prior to the invasion but most were sent to the concentration camps when they were herded, like animals just because of their religion.
interior of the Portuguese synagogue |
This emotionally interesting tour also included the collections of items in the basement of the synagogue and also the Jewish Historical Museum. These two buildings house hundreds of artifacts including the largest library of books and scholarly Jewish writings in current use in the world.
Our tour included a diamond factory owned by Jews for hundreds of years and it was interesting. We had expected a more high pressure tour trying to sell us diamonds but we were pleasantly surprised that it was not that kind of tour. Very interesting.
Anne Frank remembered |
The day ended with a tour through the Anne Frank house. Since we had purchased the package tour, we did not have to stand in the rain for 3 hours waiting to get into this place that the Frank family spent their final days in Amsterdam before being rounded up and taken to Auschwitz where all but the father, Otto died. Anne wrote this touching story of her family's days in hiding and then died in thee camp just a month before liberation. I think everyone has read this book sometime during their lives.
Entrance to the hideout |
We somberly returned to our hotel after walking for over ten hours and found that we had added another 7.5 miles on our pedometer. After a stop for dinner at an Argentinian steak house, we spent the rest of the evening packing and resting up the the next part of our adventure, two more train trips and a 6 hour ferry from the Netherlands to England.
Our new adventures begin tomorrow...on to England and Royal Caribbean's Brilliance of the Seas.
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