One of the reasons it's taken me so long to update my travel blog is that I'm trying to figure out the best way to summarize my trip to Auschwitz. For as long as I can remember, after people learned my last name - the first question was almost always - so you're Jewish? No, I'm not. But that doesn't mean that visiting this place was any less real for me. I'd be hard pressed to think of another event in my life that caused such an emotional reaction in me. When I got back to the hostel after my visit, I couldn't talk to anyone and just sat on my bunk bed and absorbed all that I saw that day. It's something that I am glad that I did, and something I will never forget. For those that haven't experienced such a thing, you probably will not understand, and my pictures certainly won't do it justice. I suggest that anyone who has the opportunity visits one of these places at some point - it's an important part of our history and really puts what you learn in school into perspective. The rest of the post is all pictures taken that day - they can explain it better than I can.
