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Showing posts with label castle. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 15, 2013

From Concentration Camp to German Castles - Blog Part 13

When my author/publisher Deana Driver and her husband (Publisher Al) planned their special vacation in Europe for this past summer, they knew that visiting a concentration camp was one of the stops they wanted to make on their journey. They took me - the Never Leave Your Wingman book - along on this day, and this is my report of what we saw at the camp memorial site in Dachau, Germany. (I've been blogging all fall about our trip. Here's my first blog in the series.)

Dachau Concentration Camp was the first of about 20 such camps in Germany set up by Adolf Hitler's regime during the Second World War. The camp was built for 12,000 prisoners but from 1933 to 1945, more than 200,000 prisoners went through the camp. About 40,000 of them died there. Prisoners were experimented on, starved, beaten, tortured, shot by firing squads, and horribly abused using methods that were later used in other concentration camps.
We spent about two hours walking through the memorial site, looking at the remaining and reconstructed buildings, and visiting the museum. It was all very sad.

This is the International Monument art installation to commemorate the prisoners of Dachau.
In the background are two reconstructed barracks buildings.
This monument says it all - Never Again.

Here`s my author in front of the barracks. A guard tower and section of the outer wall are behind her.


The prisoners were packed so tightly in the barracks that they slept head to foot on these bunks.    



This is where the other 32 barracks buildings used to sit, behind the first two that have been reconstructed.


The crematorium building on the left is yet another testament to the terror. On the right, a photograph shows when it was in use.

There are 12 stops along a Path of Remembrance leading from the concentration camp memorial into the town of Dachau. We could only walk to the first seven before we were overwhelmed with sadness and had to head back to our vehicle.

 The town of Dachau itself is more than 1,000 years old. This article answers some of the questions we had about how the people of this town could live in a community with such a horrid history. Survivors, history buffs and members of the new generation are honouring the history while trying to move on from the past.




We left Dachau the following day and headed for the town of Füssen in the Bavaria region of Germany. Here, we expected to see hills, mountains and beautiful castles. We were not disappointed.
Oh, we saw several Ausfahrts, too.

Publisher Al is the one who drove us everywhere on our long European vacation - and he couldn't stop himself from laughing every time he saw one of these signs - Ausfahrt.
Fahrt is German means ride or drive. Ausfahrt is the exit. Einfahrt is entrance. But that didn't stop Al from smiling at each one of these signs. It’s a guy thing.


Sights near Füssen include the mountains...

...all variety of bird houses on the side of a large building....

a lovely river...

...and unique treats like these large cookie balls.


My author bought a couple to try them out. She didn't like them, but at least she tried.

It’s always fun when a local person takes an interest in me - in this case, a local statue.
Did you notice she even put aside her own book to check me out?

Ah yes. While she is reading me, her friends are having fun with the watering can.
What a fun idea for a statue.

“Prost!” says Publisher Al, as he hoists a glass of beer at our German hotel. 

“Yummmmm!” said Publisher Al and author Deana, when they enjoyed homemade apple strudel – complete with both whipped cream and ice cream – the only way to eat strudel in Germany! 

And now it`s off to the first of two amazing castles.


Here are my publishers on the grounds of the Hohenschwangau castle. It was the childhood home of King Ludwig II, who as an adult spent 18 years building the opulent Neuschwanstein castle you see in the background. Ill tell you about that castle later.

Castle Hohenschwangau is a beautiful castle...

...overlooking the town and providing a breathtaking view.
We werent allowed to take photos of the inside of the castles, so you`ll have to either do a Google search or take my word for it - they were ridiculously plush and amazing.

These are some of the gorgeous flowers in its garden and, at the bottom of the hill...

...we were surprised to see this lonely swan swimming so close to the shore of Lake Alpsee.
Schloss Hohenschwangau means High Swan County Palace, and the castle walls are full of references to swans. So I wondered if this swan was raised there to be part of the local story or if the swans came first and continue to make this their home. Hmmm...



This is one side of the Neuschwanstein Castle. It’s amazing already and we haven't even gone inside!
  

The front of the Neuschwanstein Castle is only visible by air from the opposite mountain, or in this glimpse from a nearby viewing spot. Walt Disney based his Sleeping Beauty Castle on this incredible German palace. He sent artists to Neuschwanstein to take photographs and to make sketches of the castle. When they returned to the U.S., they created the famous Disneyland castle from those images.



Neuschwanstein as seen from below.


Paintings in the town’s shops offer idyllic views of this spectacular castle.

While inside Neuschwanstein Castle, we saw people walking on Mary`s Bridge - which provides a great view of the castle as well as the waterfall in the gorge below the bridge.
We did not walk across that bridge. I dont like heights - or being on a bridge high above a waterfall. This pretty picture will have to do for a memory of that spot.

“What’s that, you say? This is a good book?”

Ah, yes. My story does make people – or in this case, horses - fall in love all over again and my story gives them hope. Isn't that nice?

So that pretty much finishes our adventures in Germany for the summer - except for catching our flight home from Frankfurt, but that will only be a stopover night. 

From here, its on to Switzerland and France for a couple of days - and  then home!

Never Leave Your Wingman book visits Prague - Blog Part 12

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself going to the Czech Republic. But then again, I'm a book - and I never imagined going anywhere other than home with people in a book bag, to be read and enjoyed and shared with those they love and care about. Usually, that sharing involves someone who is fighting cancer or has been affected in some way by cancer.

You see - if you haven't been following my blogs this fall, - I am a book about an inspiring, fun-loving, walking miracle. Dionne Warner is a seven-time cancer survivor in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, who dresses in costume and dances into her chemotherapy treatments with a smile on her face and joy in her heart. Alongside her is her wingman - her equally fun-loving husband Graham - who is also dressed in costume to support his beloved Dionne and help her bring hope and laughter to everyone she meets on the journey.

This is Dionne and Graham Warner during two of the 78 costumed 'themes' they'd had by the time I was written and published in summer 2012:



But enough about them for now. This is about me. And Prague, Czech Republic.

My author/publisher Deana Driver and her publisher/husband Al Driver travelled to Europe this summer and took me along for the journey of a lifetime. I've been blogging about our travels (see my first blog in the series), and we've visited eight countries to this point: Austria, Italy, France, Monaco, Spain, Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany - not necessarily in that order. Well, Vatican City might be considered a country, too - so make that nine.

And here we are, in Prague, Czech Republic - a city resplendent with beautiful old buildings, incredible bridges over the Vltava River, and culture that just oozes from every corner.

The hotel we stayed in was built in 1895 - see the date in the floor tiles at the bottom of the stairs. The country of Canada - where I live - was founded in 1867, just a few short years before that. Wow. We could just feel the history that these walls must have seen. 


We smiled when we noticed the name of this place – Typical Czech Restaurant. 
I wonder what all the other restaurants in Prague are like if this one is typical.

We saw this bridal shop on our way downtown...
...so that reminded me of this little ditty:


"Something Old...

...Something New...

...Something Boar-owed (hee hee)...

...Something.... 
Pink...?" 
Sure, why not? I LOVE PINK!

Everybody loves pink!

Moving on.... 

In Prague, we saw a likeness of Hermes . I love his winged headgear. 

The downtown market had fruit and vegetables for sale, as well as a new treat we'd never seen before -  
... a long strip of pastry dough that was wrapped around a spindle and baked over coals, then sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon.

This Czech-style doughnut was very yummy!

My author and Publisher Al also tasted wild boar sausage in the Prague marketplace.
“Tastes like pork, except more free-range,” quipped my author. (She thinks she’s funny.)


This man was working with his loom in the marketplace.


This woman was making glass jewelry.

The Rudolfinum in Prague was designed as an art gallery and housed the Czechoslovak Parliament in 1918-1938. It was showcasing the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra the day we were there. I loved the winged creatures on and around the building.



Now this is not a girly-girl statue.
It reminded me of one of my cancer survivor’s favourite new songs by Katy Perry – ‘Roar’. I am sure that if this statue could make noise, it would definitely ROAR! 
You go, girl!

Oh, and this man. Oh my. 
 He reminded me of the strong, handsome man I met in Barcelona. Ooh, I get shivers just thinking of him again. Sigh…



The 600-year-old Charles Bridge is the most famous of Prague's bridges. It has 16 arches and is adorned with 30 stone statues along its edges. 


Before we crossed the bridge, we met this young lady.
She was inviting passersby to go on a river cruise - on a boat called 'Regina'! 
How cool was that? I was pleased when she offered to hold me for this photo.

On our way up to the Prague Castle, we saw this couple getting their feet cleaned by fish in a tank in an Asian shop. 
It kind of creeped me out actually - but they said it tickled.

This woman was painstakingly hand-painting the lines on a huge door to one of the homes/businesses we saw on our way up to the castle.

The castle has several magnificent buildings on its grounds, including St. Vitus Cathedral. We were intrigued by many of them, but we had to giggle when we stopped for a sit-down break and saw this...

This young man’s private parts are definitely not private. In fact, every third person who passes by this statue in a courtyard at the Prague Castle stops to grab hold of his protruding part – to the point (ooh, sorry for the bad double entendre) that it has become quite the shiny bronze part compared to the rest of his tarnished body. We had to smile watching the various reactions of passersby – everything from shocked to disgusted to hilariously gripping the part and posing for photographs. People-watching is always fascinating.

The view from the Prague Castle is really something to behold. Although this guard did a good job of pretending he didn't care so much about anything around him, my publishers enjoyed the view. 



Holy Heels, Ladies! These Czechoslovakian woman walked downtown for at least 20 blocks in front of us on Prague's cobblestone streets and sidewalks – in these shoes! I was impressed.

We also saw what might be the oldest busker in Europe. He couldn't sing very well, but he sure could play.

 Don’t ask me what a life-sized shark is doing in the middle of downtown Prague. 'Freaking people out' would be my guess.

We saw this fellow, hanging from a harness and using a sander to polish the copper on these balconies. He yelled at passersby to stay out from underneath him as the corroded bits fell to the sidewalk below him.


Well, that's enough from Prague for now.
So from my author, her solid friend, and me - 


Thanks for taking in the scenery with us. I'll see you again soon.