A lesson on perspective

Well, we had a day full of lessons.
We started out for Amsterdam around 9 am eager to visit the house of Anne Frank, a sad but powerful sight we had both missed on previous visits to Amsterdam ( coincidentally both us were unable to visit because on trips we had taken before we met it just so happened to be closed)
So we made our way to Amsterdam and quickly hopped on a packed tram to shortly arrive at Anne Franks House. When we exited the tram we decided to check the time and in horror
Niki realized both our IPod's had been stolen from her purse:(
Of course we panicked from the violation and checked to make sure
nothing else was taken and fortunately that was it. It was still quite upsetting
because we had spent countless hours loading them with songs and books as well as apps for our trip as well as had made pages of notes on the countries we are visiting. All lost:(
We felt quite violated and angry.
Anyway, because they are so necessary for our trip we bought two
more, an unexpected large expense that took up a big chunk of our day but had to be done. ( we did however discover that Amsterdam has the biggest apple store in the world,
It's brand new, with 3 floors in an old clothing warehouse from 1909, a beautiful building!)
However we did put it past us and it was made much easier by the friendliness of strangers who helped us with directions and such throughout the day.

However,after putting it behind us we went back to the Anne Frank House and were we hit hard.
After 5 minutes I felt almost ashamed for being so upset about our recent injustice. The injustice done to the frank family ( and millions others of course) gave us a swift shake. I actually felt shivers particularly walking through the tiny secret annex that she lived in with 7 others and I will tell you there is no way for me to explain to you in this blog how I felt.

Niki's expression explains well how we felt

It brought tears to my eyes watching a video of Anne's father talk about his daughter( Otto Frank was the only one who lived) while standing in her tiny room. And seeing her original diary was haunting. There was a photo of Otto Frank from the 60's standing in the Annex looking at the ground that i just can't get out of my head. It took me a while to recover after that house but all of the sudden our incident definitely seemed like a distant memory that just wasn't important.
We also visited the homomonument which was erected in memory of
all of the homosexuals who were also rounded up by the SS and killed in
death camps. Another sad and under recognized aspect of WW2.
After such an emotional day we ended our walk around the city at the BullDog
Cafe and well, anyone who knows the Bulldog cafe knows we had a "relaxing" time there. They had great double chocolate muffins!

Anyway, off to bed, totally exhausted, looking forward to having lunch with my cousin tomorrow.:)