With excitement for the day before me, I woke up early on Friday. With the thought of possible cold wind on the boat to go whale watching, I dressed warm enough and even packed a scarf for the day. After my breakfast that consisted of fruit loops and a cup of coffee, my host mom drove me to the train station. At this point, all of us were basically professionals at using the Commuter Rail to get to Boston. On the short walk to the harbor to catch the whale watching boat, we were all guessing what species of whales we might see and talking about what plans we had for the evening.

The boat ride was long, but most of us felt good. When we arrived at the National Marine Sanctuary, we got instructed on what we should be looking for to spot whales from a distance. After a short time of everyone scanning the horizon no one other than our favorite biology expert (Mr. Frey himself) found not just one but THREE humpback whales! The biologist that was on board explained to us that it was a baby whale with its mother and the other adult was called an "escort". We got to see several whale spouts like in a comic and how they dive down like mermaids. It was simply a magical experience. All the excitement and wind made me tired, so I slept on the way back. 

 

I spent the last few hours we had in Boston enjoying the sun in a park. Others went to buy their last souvenirs or just had a Boston adventure.

Back in Reading I got ready for the Farewell Party. Everyone was there and ate dinner together. Afterwards everyone had different plans. Some went to the football game, while others went to a Scream Park. I went to meet my newly gained American friends for a last time. But everything comes to an end and after many hugs and promises to visit each other somewhen in the future, I went home to sleep one last time in my American bed.
 
Li