
Tuesday was our last day of the trip–ending in Amsterdam. We saw a Jewish district in Amsterdam during the morning, and was able to learn more about the holocaust in a museum after. But what really stood out on the last day was the Anne Frank house.
You always hear people talking about the house, or see it in the movies, so being able to stand where Anne Frank and her family had once stood was incredible. The bottom floor was part of a museum and gift shop (unfortunately) but as you climbed through the house it remained the same as it had been (never refurnished or painted over). Even the same pictures that Anne Frank had decorated the walls with remained glued on, and her diary remained there as well. The stairs were so steep and tall that the house felt enormous and towering. It was incredible that they managed to black out all the windows and live in that space for so long.
But, what the house really stood for (for me at least) was not really Anne Frank. Yes, it was her house and her family’s house, but they were just one in a million. So many Jewish families and others were taken from their homes and were killed so unjustly and inhumanely. The house does not only represent Anne and her family but others as well during this time of cruelty. It was really an eye opening moment being able to walk around that house and feel the history of what had happened.
After the Anne Frank house we had the rest of the day free to explore Amsterdam. I only wish the trip had lasted longer!
Until next time, Amsterdam.







