As we get to the end of our trip Ale and I remembered, "it's dad's birthday!". We knew we were going to go to our last museum - the Holocaust Museum, but we also wanted to get G what he's been wanting all week "pancakes". There seemed to be no "pancakes" in D.C. So early Sunday morning I went down to the cafe to see if they could make some pancakes (they weren't on the menu). And low and behold they were having brunch and they had blueberry pancakes!!! G's favorite. It was a plan, we would have brunch before we headed out to the museum. The night before G checked out where he wanted to have dinner and we decided on a Greek place (another top 100 restaurant). You can tell that food was always on our mind. But not just any type of food we wanted to savor different flavors.
The only thing missing on this day was Ara! I kept thinking what would this trip be like if she were with us? I'm sure it would have quite a different flavor. Ara has her own presence. We might have snuck off and gone shopping!!!!
Well the pancakes weren't all that great but alas, they were pancakes. As we headed out to the museum I wasn't really "thinking" about what we were going to encounter in this museum. Earlier when I had decided this was one of the places we were going to hit I knew it was going to be a different museum experience. But on this day it was not even entering my mind.
EVERYONE - who goes to D.C. needs to go to the Holocaust Museum. It has such an effect on you/me. So the minute we entered the museum it hit, I should have prepared myself emotionally. The very first thing I noticed was that the security here was totally different. Much more serious! As you enter you feel like you are going back into history. Just after we got our timed tickets to tour the museum alarms went off and the guards began to move everyone out of the main section of the museum. The security guard even brought out a dog to sniff out a bag that had been left unattended which is what started the alarm. Then it was time for us to enter another area with those who had the same timed tickets, where we were told no cameras, no pictures, no video, no flash, no loud talking, laughing, etc. We were told to pick up a card with the name of a real life person who had experienced the holocaust. And then we were all put in an elevator and taken up to the beginning of the tour on the fourth floor. I kept wondering if this was all just to get us to feel the "effect" of the holocaust? If so, we all got it.
The museum is a journey into the events and experiences of the more than 6 million people that lived and died during these short years. It is also the realization that these atrocities were inflicted on human beings by other human beings based on beliefs instilled and reinforced by some very crazy leaders. How could so many people have enforced that belief and believed that it could have been a long term success is even more unimaginable. And that it lasted as long as it did, there are no words to describe. So MANY lives lost! So much pain, tragedy and inhumanity. At one point when you get to the place where they show how the people were taken to the ovens, my stomach could not handle it. I could not continue to see. My heart, my soul, my every being was saddened and repulsed. Yet the question lingers, am I capable of doing such things to my fellow brothers and sisters? I believe that I am not capable, yet why were so many capable? I felt choked up, tears on my lids, prayers on my lips for these souls who suffered so much. Worse yet, other events in history have occurred in Bosnia, Croatia, Somalia, Rowanda, etc. We can never forget.
From the museum we headed back to the hotel to rest. I don't want to forget what I saw - I want to share it and I commit to raise awareness. Think about what you saw magnet is now on my refrigerator door to help me do just that.
Zitanya - was our destination for dinner. A nice chic restaurant, didn't look Greek. Although what would Greek look like???? The food again was mezze, aka tapas, antojitos. These Washintonians like the small plate experience. I did too, very much family style. While we celebrate G's birthday in D.C. the real celebration will be when all of us are together to wish him a great year!!!
So we walked back to the hotel one last time, down seventh street to Pennsylvania, one last look at the Capital on a beautiful evening.
So that's all folks, the next day was travel day - a delay in our flight in Denver but home safely with my two favority guys! Thank you Lord for this blessing!