...on a horse with no name.
Well, maybe it had a name. I really don't know.
Well, maybe it had a name. I really don't know.
A few weeks ago, Jacob had a business trip to India. He was gone about a week and finally headed home. Unfortunately, the day he was supposed to land in Boston we had a huge snow storm on the East Coast. He made it as far as Dubai and was stuck there until his flight could go through to New York. From the time he left India, until the time he stepped into our home, was 57 hours. Not his quickest trip back home.
But the craziest part of the story is that while he was stranded in Dubai, he just happened to ride horses through the desert with his brother, Justin. Only in the Allen family would you get stranded halfway across the world, at the same time your younger brother happens to be there on business. And instead of going out to dinner, like a lot of people, you would of course rent horses and ride them through the desert. It makes complete sense if you are an Allen. I promise.
And I feel bad we don't often see you and your cute family.
But no worries, I'm sure Jacob will be headed to Mongolia
sometime in the future. And (Allen) odds are, you'll be there.