A few weeks ago we went to Minnesota on a road trip. We went to Minneapolis and then ventured north (or that's what way I thought we were going...I was in the backseat).
Anyway, my parents took us to Lindstrom. It's such a cute Swedish town. Plus, the DQ is across the street from an awesome thrift/junk/treasure store that is only open one weekend each month. Seriously the things were amazing plus quite affordable!
Anyway, while we were there we went to the local church. And not just any church may I add. This church was built by my ancestors in the 1880's. That's a long time ago. It was pretty neat and humbling to walk in same church that 'my people' helped to create so long ago.