I dont even know where to start in recounting the events of the past few days...Lets see. From Prague we travelled East to visit the Church of Bones and then from there we headed into Slovakia. We had barely crossed the border into Slovakia on a major highway at about 10:30 at night when our car battery died. We immediately pulled over and called the NZ guys in the car ahead of us. They talked us through some basic things to inspect in the engine and then convinced us that we would have to jump start our car to get it to the nearest gas station. Yeah, for those of you who have seen 'Little Miss Sunshine', you know that scene where the whole family has to get out and push the van while the father puts it into second gear, and then one by one they all have to jump back into the car as it is moving? Yeah, we did that, on the Slovakian highway, at 10:30, with me behind the wheel and the boys running. It worked tho and we caught up with the NZ boys (or the Kiwis as I have started to call them) at a gas station five minutes down the road. They spent about an hour with us looking over the car, only to conclude that it was probably our alternator and that we would have to camp out at this gas station and then get towed in the morning. After a wonderful night in a tent behind a gas station (in Slovakia), a tow truck came and picked Diana up. The driver, who spoke no English, communicated that only two of us could accompany him to the mechanics. We then decided that Tommy would stay behind and Alex and I would go with him. At this point our cell phone had run out of credit. The tow-truck guy then proceeded to drive us about 50 km into the middle of no-where. We pulled up next to what looked like someone's home and NOT a car-repair establishment. I was stressed. Full Post Here