France: Breakin' it down, Sladowski style!

The bus broke down today.

Fortunately, we were at a little medeival village where we intended to spend some time, so we had something to do. I am staying tonight and tomorrow at the Hendrix house, the missionaries in Lyon. This is a fun small-world moment because they are the parents of my suitemate from my second semester in college, to whom we happily gave the moniker "Crazy French Nathan."

This isn't the first of these small-world moments, either. In Vicenza, Kris, Rueben, and I were chatting with a military family at that congregation who had roots in Alabama, specifically the town of Florence. It turns out that they are the brother, sis-in-law, niece, and nephew of my longtime friend and former roommate Andy.

It is such a relief to be staying with the Hendrixes. They are promising tomorrow morning the thing I have missed the most on this trip: a ginormous American breakfast. Bacon. Scrambled eggs. Milk that does not come from a goat. Real, honest-to-goodness breakfast.

In response to Regan's views on DaVinci Code: I have yet to read it, and probably won't be able to until England or the US. Dr. Ganus spoke to us yesterday about fact and fiction and made an important point. On this trip, we've seen and been to many important places significant to the Reformation; where Ulrich Zwingli and Martin Luther and Calvin and others preached. Many of us have been reading Dan Brown's books and Donald Miller's books and Francine Rivers' books. Dr. G's point is that there's no reason to believe that any of these people have the truth - the only way to find it is in a relationship with God.

Coming up: more from France! the return of the bus! (hopefully)