Has it really been 6 days since I last posted? Whoops.
On Saturday, Stephen and I decided to take a short trip to San Juan Capistrano, because I had never been to that particular mission (and because Stephen, not growing up in California, had never been to any mission. Weird!).
But before that part of our day started, fortuitous timing led us spontaneously to Pie Not, a very new Australian meat pie place that had literally just opened the week before, and which, even on a hot day, was brimming with people and pies.
Mmmmm. Then we drove to San Juan Capistrano, which was SO CUTE and so close to Irvine. How did I never go before? It reminded me of Ashland, except more missiony.
We spent way to long in my little hot car looking for parking, because apparently we had picked the one day of the year to visit when a gigantic Mariachi festival was going on. Literally all of the parking spaces in the whole town were taken up by Mariachi and their large extended families. We finally found a spot though, and then after all of that we decided to come back to the mission an hour and a half later due to the long Mariachi line that greeted us. When I asked one of the crowd control guys if this line was for the mission as well, a woman near by chimed in, “We didn’t know about the festival either! We’re here for my son’s mission report!”.
So we decided to kill time by exploring the area, which was a good idea because it was so cute! I had read about a place called Hidden House Coffee, which literally was kind of hidden on the other side of the railroad tracks and away from the main road.
So cute, right? It was cool and dark and coffee-y inside, and cute and breezy on the outside. Highly recommended for charmingness.
Then we went to the PETTING ZOO next door!!! Well, we at least looked at the llamas which were near the fence.
I was very excited.
Then we walked around more. It was very cute. Look at these awesome stained glass windows floating in someone’s yard — I love this affect! Note to self: find some stained glass windows to hang in yard.
Then we finally made it back to the mission. It was teacher appreciation day, so I got in free! YES. MY CREDENTIAL TUITION IS FINALLY PAYING OFF.
It was a pretty nice mission, to put it mildly. It would have been even nicer without the remnants of a large Mariachi festival and a million people, but what can you do. There was lots of stuff to look at, exhibits, etc. Oh, and swallows or whatever, even though I didn’t actually see any. But our entry hand stamp was shaped like one!
Cool, no? The old part of the mission. An earthquake destroyed a lot of the original structure.
Did I ever tell you that I’ve seen the remains of the Saint Vincent de Paul? Well, I have. They’re resting creepily above the alter at the Saint Vincent de Paul church in you guessed it, Paris. One of my friends had her language clases in a room in the church, so she passed by the eerie form of his bones encased in a wax version of his body every week. Shudder.
So obviously I would recommend visiting San Juan Capistrano. I don’t particularly want to live in Orange County, but I could see the draw of living somewhere as charming as this place.