Emotions Run High

After breakfast this morning, we went by bus into downtown Amsterdam to visit Anne Frank’s house. It’s so terribly sad; I almost cried. I feel so terribly, terribly sorry for the Jews; they’ve gone through so much shit. Plus, with the amount that I love Brian, and of course he’s Jewish, it hurts twice as much.

Anne Frank's house

At 12:00, we left for Rotterdam. We stopped at a miniature city representing Amsterdam, which was fantastic.
We said good-bye to Hermie (whom I’ve neglected to mention), our fantastic driver. “Hammy” (as Oda pronounces it) is Dutch and lives in Amsterdam. He has been with us since Rome. I can sincerely say that I love him. He’s always cheerful, always ready to take your hand to help you off the bus. Most of all, he’s a very kind and gentle man. I’ll miss him. I had a lump in my throat when we said good-bye.