Take off on the 14th was from Indianapolis to a short layover in Atlanta, and from there, it was a long flight from Atlanta to Munich. It was a joy and a relief to look down over the wing and see the city and country laid out beneath us.
However, rest is only for the wicked and those without travel itineraries. As soon as we hit the hotel, we abandoned our things and leaped on public transportation for a tour of Dachau Concentration Camp. The first concentration camp to open before the outbreak of the second world war, it was initially intended for political prisoners and journalists. It was a painful, sobering reminder of how fragile democracy can be and how it must always be fought for.
On a lighter note, we ended the evening with a visit to one of the anticipated spots of the trip, the Hofbrauhaus, and a short tour of the city itself. Architectural wonders abound, and I will restrain myself from posting far too many pictures of such things to avoid becoming an architecture blog.