I'm in Brigham City right now, awaiting the arrival of the youngest O. son. I pulled into town right around 7pm yesterday, and I was so happy and excited!However...as you can tell by the title of this post (and the large frowny face to your left), something went awry...
Brent called last night around midnight (our time) to tell my folks that his flight left Belem late enough that he missed his connecting flight in Manaus. So he's stuck in Brazil until tonight; the airline (whose fault it is) got Brent another flight out, but it doesn't leave until 24 hours after his original flight.
So that means he won't be in Utah until 1:10pm TOMORROW. We're all bummed.
Especially Brent, I'm sure. He's all alone (techincally). There were 3 other Americans on the flight, but Brent is the only missionary. The airline got hotel accomodations for them, but only 2 rooms between the 4 people; Brent opted to stay at the airport. I'm sad for him.
Oh well. I guess the reunion tomorrow will be that much sweeter, right?
