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 Goran and Sven
Hmmm….We were in the middle of a three lane road with a big dead van. Horns were honking – not an unusual occurrence in Zagreb but now they were honking at us. There was no way I wanted to be sitting in the driver’s seat so I jumped out and started pushing. I definitely wore the wrong shoes though, because I kept slipping. I turned around and pushed with my back – now I was staring into all the headlights – what fun! Thankfully the car to our right let us come into his lane and I eventually was able to push the van over into that lane – there was no shoulder. After a few minutes Steve was able to start the van and we made it to a parking spot in first or second gear – right in front of a bar. There we sat. All the equipment was in the back of the van and Steve was the only one who could lead the club. We got out both trunks of gear: Lydia and Jonathan took the lighter one; Steve and I took the heavier one; Ellie Beth and Lena carried backpacks and miscellaneous stuff.
There was a tram stop about five minutes away so we started walking. I am sure we were quite a sight! We made it to the tram stop, got the trunks onto the tram and then off of the tram three stops later, down a flight of stairs, under the road, up another flight of stairs and into the Velasajam. We had made it and we were not even the last ones there! Thanks you, Lord!! Jenny, Steve’s wife, came and picked us up after the club so we did not have to tram home. The van sat at the bar overnight and then was picked up by Daniel Wursburg, from Scripture Union, a few days later. He drove it home without incident and has been driving it to camp and around town without a breakdown – yet. But I think I will stick to our car or wear different shoes next time!
 Jonathan and Lydia on the wall
Mom, Ellie, her friend Lina, Jonathan Meeker, Uncle Steve and I were driving to rock climbing club, when the van we were driving broke down in the middle of a main road. Yes, the MIDDLE of the road. Anyway, the stick shift was broken, and Uncle Steve couldn’t get into any gear or move at all! We were all praying, and after about 2 minutes of trying to get the van to go, mom got out and started to push this HUGE red van. We got it over to the side of the road, and then uncle Steve got it to start, and we drove over to park in front of a bar. After that, we all got out, (I’m not sure if Lina really knew everything about what was happening since we were all speaking in English, but, then again, neither did I.) We ended up carrying all the rock climbing gear to a tram stop, getting onto a tram, getting off after three stops, and then walking to the club. Aunt Jenny picked us up afterwards. After that, everything went pretty well, except that my arms were SO sore from carrying the box plus rock climbing. We had carried those boxes roughly 1500 feet. Anyway, I am glad that nothing worse than that happened.
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Our Family 
