Today's post is brought to you by the letters F.M.L.  Everything has been peachy keen here in Germany and I will admit it was mildly insulting in the beginning the way we were labeled "ex-pats" and were pandered to with familiar places "there is a Starbucks 3 blocks that way and an H&M in the center of town".  I don't know about anyone else but I wanted an authentic German experience- show me the way to the schnitzel and pretzels and why yes I would just love to watch another soccer game.  That is until today when I got cocky about my comfort level and drove 30 minutes outside of Frankfurt to the Toys R' Us for our nieces in Poland who we are going to visit this weekend.  And then on the way home the GPS broke.  yes broke.  It told me "No SD card for navigation" and refused to produce a map.  I swear I almost threw up in the parking deck.  My sense of direction is terrible on a good day in a famaliar place (I have gone the wrong way on Route 10 in NJ many many times).  But now I'm in the middle of god knows where and I can't read the signs!!  IF I had a cell phone and IF I knew Chris' number at work and IF I could use a payphone in Germany and IF I could articulate where in gods name I was, Chris wouldn't be able to find me anyway because a) he's at work and b) I have our only car.  Germany didn't look quite so rosy while white knuckling it and stopping at every gas station back into Frankfurt to ask for directions.  2 hours later I was home.  I think I illegally parked, and apparently it's now 1995 and I am off to hand write directions from mapquest so that I can spring Chris from work.  If you need me I'll be at Starbucks.