It was the first time the 'rents had been here and I think they were equally impressed and disappointed. The landscape seemed to wow them and leave them flat simultaneously, which I thought really funny. I suppose that works as Arizona is a land of extremes. The first few days, my father kept asking where all the people were and that we have many walls. He commented that this was the first and last time he would visit since he didn't really care for the surroundings. Now, I was not offended by this as it echoed my sentiments about Phoenix pretty much too a T. However, we did make the trek to the Grand Canyon and Sedona and somewhere along the road into Oak Canyon along route 89A (one of the most scenic roads in the US) he changed his tune. My mom and aunt were all oohs and aahs from the backseat and my father (not a religious man by any stretch) started talking about "God's hands" all around us.
Now that they are gone, I feel something like and empty nester... Still, it was awesome to have Mom and Dad here and to show them what my life is like here in Arizona. My parents have such a positive outlook that I see life through fresh eyes whenever they are around. Even though I am wife now, I love being my parents daughter :)