When your engine decides to stop working on the highway at 110klm/hour you are suddenly very happy for some very specific things:
1. Terrible tourist accessories from family - they make you laugh in a not-so-funny situation.
2. Decked-out phones with GPS and internet capabilities - to locate the cheapest, nearest tow truck. And to locate yourself in suburbia.
3. The foresight of planning - a second pair of shoes (since the pretty ones still hurt) for a longer than anticipated afternoon.
4. The power of momentum that got you to the big, empty parking lot safely.
Oh, and the husband who realized there was something wrong with the car before something went really wrong. He's also the one that made it feel like an adventure and not a catastrophe.