So crazy it makes perfect sense...

Have you ever heard of the 6 Degrees of Separation Theory? It is an interesting theory. It is the possibility in which the amazingly active social media of today has allowed people to stay in touch with so many people and meet so many new people it's crazy. So check this out. The 6 Degrees of Separation  Theory means I am only 6 people away from knowing absolutely everyone. At first that sounds impossible but let me give you a few examples. 

(1) I am sitting on a plane from Salt Lake City, Utah to Paris, France when I start chatting with the gentleman next to me. He says he's from Prague in the Czech Republic. I say I'm from Idaho in the US. He smiles and says "My daughter recently married a man from Ketchum, Idaho." I then remember a friend of mine from college had recently posted pictures on his facebook page about going to his cousin's wedding in Ketchum, Idaho. He had married a girl from Europe. Could it be? 

(2) I had gone out with this one guy, Scott, several times and was showing my sister a photo of him. The photo contained not only contained Scott but his 8 year old son as well. My sister studies the picture for a second and says "I know his kid he goes to the same school as my son. I am actually really good friends with this kid's mom. She lives just three houses down and now that I think about it yes her ex husband's name was Scott." Really?

(3) My sister is building a house in the country and her new neighbors don't appreciate the company. She is telling my brother one day about how she has tried so hard to build a friendly relationship with her new neighbors but they are having none of it. My brother who lives 5 hours away manages a hotel. One day he is talking to a few of his regular tenants when they start complaining about how this annoying family is building this ridiculous house right next to them crowding in on their solitary country lifestyle. "Your new neighbors wouldn't happen to be the Jensens' would they?" my brother's asks. "Yes how did you know that?" the couple asks. "That annoying family would be my sister," my brother replies. And the awkward moment settles in.

Picture copied from Wikipedia

Stop and think about it for yourself. Have you ever had these kinds of moments? Maybe we all really are only 6 people away from knowing everyone. 

Cincinnatus

Lucius Quintuis Cincinnatus was a Roman statesman. He was a husband, father and farmer. In 458 BC the Romans were under attack from the Aequi. The Aquei were quickly advancing on the Romans. In a panic, the senate nominated Cincinnatus to become dictator. A group of senators went to find Cincinnatus to tell him the news. They found him on his farm. Cincinnatus literally went from plowing to dictatorship.

(Oil painting by Leon Benouville 1844)

In only a matter of days Cincinnatus had created an army. He then personally led this army into battle against the Aequi and won. After his victory he disbanded his army, gave up his absolute power and returned to his farm. He did all of this in a matter of 15 days. Talk about an awesome man. He was given absolute power which he used only for the good of the people then promptly gave up that absolute power and returned to his humble life.This man's incredible example of virtue and honest has reached across the centuries. The town of Cincinnati, Ohio was named after him and George Washington looked up to this man for inspiration during the Revolutionary War. There is a saying often associated with Cincinnatus. "Absolute power should only be given to those who want it least."

Things that Make Me Smile

I was walking to work when I saw this in the snow. I love little things like this, they make me smile.

Music to my Ears #2

Castles!

My friends from Europe don't quite understand my answer to their question: "Why are you going to Europe?" My answer: "Castles!" 

I love America and I am proud of my country but there is one thing America just doesn't have, castles. I have traveled to quite a few places outside my home country and here are a few of the castles I have seen.

(1)Heidelberg Castle in Heidelberg Germany

Built in the 14th century this castle has a rough history. It was over run by the Romans, the Swedes and the French. It has been blown up, struck by lighting, caught on fire numerous times, and even had its materials taken to be used for other buildings.

My favorite thing about this castle is its old ruin feel. The red color of the stone is breath-taking and its multi-level courtyards and gardens are stunning. 

Also, let's not forget the beautiful views from the balcony of the city of Heidelburg. 

There is a small fee to visit the castle and it is a hike up either hundreds of stairs or a rather steep red cobble stone path but definitely worth the trek. 

(2) Hohenschwangau castle near Fussen Germany

This castle sits on a hill near a lake in the mountains. It is a yellow/orange color and was built in the Gothic style. This castle has a mascot. A swan in remembrance of the swan knights. 

This castle was built by a Bavarian King named Maximilian II. He was the father to Ludwig II who grew up here in the castle. Ludwig would become king at the age of 18. 

Later Ludwig II would built a castle of his own, Neuschwanstein castle which you will read about next.

(3) Neuschwanstein Castle near Fussen Germany

This is the fairy tale castle seen portrayed on many a postcards and paintings. This castle was built by Ludwig II one of the Bavarian Kings. It took 24 years to complete and sadly Ludwig II died before seeing its completion. 

Ludwig was a man of fantasy and imagination. The decor and furnishing in the castle are amazing. Ludwig spared no expense to create this lavish palace. 

The Hohenschwangau and Neuschwanstein castles can only be seen via a guided tour. No photography is allowed inside these castle in order to preserve the original beauty and art. Once again getting to these two castle is a bit of a hike. You can pay to ride in a horse drawn carriage for some of the way but there is still a hike to get to the both of these palaces. 

The tours are offered in many different languages mainly German and English but get your tickets early for the tours fill up quickly.

(4) Nymphenburg Palace in Munich Germany

It was built in the 1660's as a summer home for the Wittlebach family. It was built in honor of their son Max Emanuel, Prince of Bavaria (1679-1726). The elaborate detail is worth the visit. The entire place is covered in paintings and carvings.

Photography is allowed but please turn off your camera's flash to help preserve the artwork. I forgot to turn off my flash and took a picture. One of the museum curators scolded me in three different languages. I quickly apologized (in English) and continued on. 

Not only is the inside of this palace stunning but so is the outside. The gardens, lakes and statues make walking the palace grounds a memorable site.

(5) Hohensalzburg Castle in Salzburg Austria

This castle was constructed on Festungsberg mountain overlooking the city of Salzburg and the Salzach River. 

Its construction started in 1077 by Archbishop Gebhard von Helfenstein. 

There is an elevator at the other end of the city which one can take to get to the top of the cliffs where the castle is located. Then there is a scenic walkway along the top of the cliffs which provide beautiful views of the city. Along the way there are several beer-gardens and look-out points. 

Castles come in so many different shapes and colors and each with their own rich history. These are just a few of the castles I have had the privileged to visit and there are so many more I wish to see :)

Riddle of the Week

What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?

(A Stamp)

A Place in Time Not Forgotten

I stepped off the bus and instantly felt something was different. The atmosphere was too still, too quiet. It was a feeling I couldn't identify. Even though it wasn't a cold day I reach up and pulled my jacket closer around me. I headed down the sidewalk towards the black, iron gate. Roughly welded into the center of the gate were the words "Arbeit macht frei". "Work makes you free" is the basic translation. 

I step up to the gate and push it open. The iron feels strangely cold against my skin. I step inside and close the gate which clanks behind me. A sound which I would have expected to echo off the surrounding buildings but instead the sound just kind of drops off. 
I turn and face what is ahead of me. It was almost as if the color had been sucked out of this part of the world. The bared, buildings and padlocked watchtowers loom over a desolate emptiness of rock and concrete. Even though I can see several people around me, no one speaks. No cell phones ring. No birds are heard. No breeze is felt. No sunshine reaches this place.

Again I pull my jacket closer around me and start walking towards the nearest building. I pull open the surprisingly heavy, metal, door and enter. My boots echo off the cold, concrete floor as I scan the black and white pictures which hang suspended in the middle of the huge, empty space. It's not nausea I feel, more like the feeling of have a glob of tacky, super-glue rotting in my gut.

I slowly walk forward and stand in front of the first black and white photo and start to read.  

The Dachau Concentration Camp was the first camp opened in Germany for the purpose of holding political prisoners. It was opened in 1933 and eventually would imprison Jews, foreign national and political rebels. When the American troops arrived on April 26, 1945 to liberate the prisoners. There were 67,665 registered prisoners in Dachua and its sub-camps at that time. Dachau Concentration Camp was one of the few camps to be operational throughout the entire war. In the 12 years of operation the number of prisoners incarcerated there exceeds 188,000. Between 1940 and 1945 at least 28,000 prisoners died. This number does not include the number of prisoners who died between the years of 1933 to 1939. It is unlikely the exact number of victims who perished in Dachau will ever be known.

I spent the next two hours walking through what I believe one of the worst periods in our world's history. I read quotes, facts, dates and statistics. I studied the photos of the faces of the prisoners as I read their stories. I recognized the names of the Nazi and SS men who governed here. I learned about the medical experiments, the labor trades, the living conditions and the murder of thousands of people. I felt sick, angry, disgusted and sad as I made my way from one colorless room to the next. I observed the other people around me, crying and shaking their heads as they slowly made their way around the grounds. It was almost as if all of us didn't want to know the horror that had happened all those years ago but out of respect we had to continue.

I had made it through the main building and was now headed for the barracks. 

I stepped inside and the unwelcoming space where so many had lived was awful. I took a deep breath and slowly climbed inside one of the bunks and laid in one of the so called beds where so many had slept. It was small and cramped. It reminded me of a coffin. 

I got up and continued to where the bath was located. It was just an open room containing two rows of toilets. I tried to image the hundreds of people forced to live here against their will. The thought was disturbing.

I made my way down the stony path where the outlines of all the barracks had once stood and was surprised to find myself standing in front of what appeared to be a kind of Christian church. I realized there were several churches from many different religions on the grounds.

Part of creating the memorial of the Dachau Concentration Camp they had built churches in an attempt to create a kind of remembrance atmosphere for those wishing to visit the camp. Usually I find religion, church and God as a comfort but not in this place. The air, the buildings and even the ground where I stood were so saturated with the memory of blood, tears, death and agony, even religion couldn't replace the evil which lingered here. 

 I continued on and found, to my grateful relieve, a beautiful landscaped walkway of memorial sites. The statue of the unknown slave. 

The memorial where ashes were stored. 

The memorial of the pistol range. 

 The flowers and trees were welcoming but they only masked for a moment what I consider the most sicken part of the camp. The gas chambers and crematories.

I entered the doorways where so many had before me under far more extreme circumstances.

When I realized what I was about to enter I hesitated for a second before forcing myself to continue. 

This is the gas chamber. There were no lights in this room so they had to place a lamp in the corner for us visitors to be able to see.

I continued my journey and read this sign before entering the next room.

Then I arrived in the crematory room.

This sign was hanging in on the wall.

Then I found myself in the last room where I read this.

The smell that lingered in this room, again I did not recognized it. Throughout my years as a nurse I have been around a lot of death and dying. I had been in and out and several mortuaries and funeral homes. I knew the smell and feeling of death probably better than most but this was different. The smell I can't describe  and will never forget. It was distant yet hung thick in the air. It didn't smell bad but it was unpleasant and crude.

I made my way back towards the gate passing several people who walked in silence. I had learned about the horrible things which had occurred during WWII in school, college and personal research. No amount of learning or study could have solidified just how horrible this particular war was like visiting the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial. I won't say I recommend it as a place to put on your bucket-list yet if you find yourself near the Munich, Germany take a few hours and visit this camp. It's a place in time we should never forget but hope to never experience again.

Music to my Ears #1

Red Rose Graveyard

I love graveyards and always have. I think they are peaceful and fascinating. They make the perfect place to put on your favorite tunes and loose yourself to randoms thoughts. There is a graveyard in Pocatello, Idaho called Mountain View Cemetery located near Idaho State University College. I was peacefully walking between the headstones on a sunny, fall, day when I spotted several red roses sporadically placed throughout the cemetery. Talk about an amazing photography moment. Enjoy...

Finding Beauty in the World

There I was running through the rain from the book store to my car when I see this on the ground. 

Oil on pavement doesn't sound very beautiful but once again it's all how you view the world.

Pumpkins Anyone

Check out this fantastic little pumpkin patch in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Across the street from the zoo on rollandet road there is a kid friendly pumpkin patch where you can choose the perfect jack-o-lantern for Halloween. 

There is a surprisingly huge variety of pumpkins to choose from. Who knew pumpkins came in so many different colors, shapes and sizes. 

There is a kids size straw maze, wagons to haul your kids and your pumpkins around in.

There is also popcorn and other sweet treats plus a train ride. 

 I love this kind of seasonal stuff. If you are in Idaho Falls you definitely need to check out this little Halloween treat :)

This Sign is Advertising What Exactly?

Unless this sign is advertising red rope lights... 

I don't think this is working for them.

You Stepped in What?

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