French, ummm, food

One of my favorite aspects of traveling is trying new food. When my friends travel, they recall names of dishes with perfect accents and use adjectives like "delicate," and "nostalgic" to describe flavors. I don't really have that talent, so I will tell you that a couple days ago, I was traveling in either France or Belgium (it's unclear), and I ate a pastry that can best be described as a puffy ball of sugary stuff.

Also, I had some brown-ish, sweet-ish bread, with some cheese that can best be described as, "not very soft, but not all that hard either."

I will try almost anything. Thinking myself quite adventurous, I ordered the plat du jour without checking to see what it was. I've never been so disappointed to see this:

On an unrelated note, whilst driving from Paris to Amsterdam, I found myself need in desperate need of a toilet. We got off the nearest exit, drove around for less than thirty seconds, and pulled into the parking lot of this building.

There was even somebody inside. He didn't speak English, and I don't speak a word of French, but I managed to convey to him that I was a fellow saint from Utah about to pee my pants. He was super sweet and showed me the restroom. When I was on my way out, he invited me (I think) to come to church on Sunday. I tried to tell him I would be in Belgium, but didn't seem to understand and said, "Go Jazz!"