Headed Home

 Quinn let me choose how to spend my last day in California before flying home.  "Church and Food".  That was easy.  I am pretty sure Quinn won't feel comfortable trying out a church on his own, and there is one nearby that has 8 masses every Sunday - half in Spanish, half in English.  I assumed the majority of the people at St. Anthony's Church would be Hispanic, and maybe that's true of the Spanish-speaking masses (as evidenced by the rows and rows of Mexican booths selling food and wares right outside the Church) but for our 9 am English Mass, there were people from all over the world.  It was pretty awesome to see the mix of backgrounds worshipping together - we truly do have a Universal church and that's pretty cool.

Mass may have been a bit... unconventional... (read Priest checking his cell phone during mass, and the congregation storming the altar in droves during communion) but it was lovely none-the-less.

After, we waited in much too long a line for brunch, but it was worth it.  

Had to take a pic of the sign to Santa Monica.  It was a half-hearted goal to go to the pier of my patron saint, but we just didn't have time. 

And then to LAX.  Good bye, middle child!  Go take that life by storm (but don't forget your midwest values!!!)  It was such a great adventure!