One of the things I longed to go to in Amsterdam was the Anne Franks House.
I even read the book before I went so I could know as much as possible about it. I was amazed in the way that Anne wrote with so much wisdom and humour for such a young girl. The plight of the Jewish people and the way in which Annes family hid away was told with such frankness and honesty.
When we visited Anne Franks house I wasn’t prepared for how much it moved me emotionally. Walking through the door behind the bookcase brought me to tears.
It truely was a visit I’ll never forget.