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My parents came into town for a visit a few weeks ago, which is kind of a big deal, seeing as they live 14 hours away and all. They drove that whole way to spend a week with me in the desert, which proves they really love me because they don’t especially love spending 14 hours sitting in the car. Or visiting the desert, for that matter. But when it comes to visiting their baby girl, their love knows no bounds.

The other thing they love dearly? History. I have never shared that adoration for long diatribes about the past, but they just can’t get enough of it. My parents travel the world to learn about different cultures, foods, religions, and heritages, and for that reason, I had been meaning to take them over to the San Xavier Mission for the historical walking tour for awhile now.

San Xavier Mission & Fry Bread : So Very Blessed

It just kept getting pushed to the bottom of the list…because apparently my parents’ love of history is a recessive gene that is not expressed in my genetic code. I try to learn and be interested, but despite my best efforts, my mind tends to wander. I will admit that it was beautiful and I sure love the ambiance and symbolism that the rows of candles create.

San Xavier Mission & Fry Bread : So Very Blessed

This part was more up my alley. We walked up a little hill right outside of the mission and when we looked down below, saw that someone had spelled out the some of the Fruit of the Spirit in rocks on the ground. Speaking of joy…

San Xavier Mission & Fry Bread : So Very Blessed

In the parking lot in front of the mission, they have a line of all kinds of different fry bread stands! Fry bread = joy. The mission is on a reservation, so we’re talking authentic, seriously delicious fry bread here.

San Xavier Mission & Fry Bread : So Very Blessed

My fry bread was the last one to be made and while they were waiting for me, the daughter of the woman making my fry bread toddled over and made friends with my mom. I mean, I can’t really blame her. My mom is a pretty fantastic lady…and a great sharer. The little girl plopped down right in front of her and reached over and tried to pull food off of her plate. So, my mom shared her fry bread with her. She’s such a softie.

I’m sure if you asked either of my parents, they would be able to launch into multiple stories about various aspects of the mission, but I must admit, even though it was a gorgeous building and I loved the flickering candles, the fry bread is what left a lasting impression on me. What can I say? I really love food.