The Allen Hotel
We. Are. Spoiled. Rotten.
I can't speak too specifically on the subject, but I do know some things and typically, when a guy is on the DL, it's hotel-living (without a car) for the duration of his stay…and it's all fun and games until you're spending any amount of time over one week in a hotel room without transpiration. Thank the good Lord that we actually live in Jupiter during the offseason and had friend after friend opening their doors to us.
Jupiter people: you rock.
We ended up staying here for the last 9 days. In the Allen Spare-Bedroom Oasis. And we can't even begin to describe our thankfulness toward them. This room, along with the rest of their beautiful home, was just purchased by the first-time home-buyers three weeks ago. And even though they'd barely just gotten the walls painted and the furniture put in, they took us on too…as their first ever guests! INCREDIBLE! What a blessing.
We did, however, manage to turn the once-beautiful- oasis into a gigantic pit of suitcase-living disaster. This is what MiLB life really looks like. I think it's possible I've mentioned this a few times before: we despise suitcase-living. Gah! It's the worst. But at least this time we had a washer and dryer and a drying rack and a kitchen. No hotel can beat that! Not even a 5-star! We'll take it!
Thank you thank you thank you, Erika, Franklin puppy, and Invisible Marshall! We love you an unspeakable amount and are so blessed by your overflowing hearts and open home. So gracious. Thank you.
…and for your daily giggle…
BLESS YOU!
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