Last Night
To think I was so overwhelmed and wary when we arrived. Amsterdam is a shining gem. Oh, the food here!
I am so grateful.
To think I was so overwhelmed and wary when we arrived. Amsterdam is a shining gem. Oh, the food here!
I am so grateful.
I've wanted to see the Anne Frank House for years. To walk where she walked and see what she saw as she hid from the Nazis for all those years and months.
I made it there today. 263 Prinsengracht, an address as familiar to me as my own, sits in the middle of a snowy, quiet street, overlooking a canal. It has been restored as if it were 1942. You enter the Secret Annexe itself through the swinging bookcase door that is still concealing the backhouse.
Going in was immensely moving. I touched their sink. I saw Anne's collection of film star photos and postcards still glued to her bedroom wall. I read her name on the register for transport to Auschwitz and grew very still. I stood in front of her diary and my knees buckled.
And then, we ate a toasted cheese sandwich in the cafe and cried a little. Quite a morning.
-Meg
Einstein is watching you.
Houseboat in the canal.
Stainless-steel, uh, devices. In a, uh, shop.
Meg and Salmaan Sana (big volunteer/co-organizer of TEDxAms, and dear tweep)
We found Dutch gin!
M capturing my "look" for TEDx.