Hi, folks. On the 17th, we got to St. John's Newfoundland, the farthest eastern city in N. America. The tour had more emphasis on rum than on rascals. We had a variety of samples in one of the breweries. We did go through a building which stores port. To be called port, the brew has to be made in Porto, Spain (I think this is right), but it can be shipped to other places for aging. According to the story, a shipment had been sent to England in the 18th century and got blown off course by bad weather in the Atlantic. The ship beached in Newfoundland and stayed the winter. When the port was finally delivered to England, they discovered that it tasted better for the additional time it spent aging. Now they age it for different periods of time and get different colors and tastes.

The next 2 days were spent at sea, again playing games and eating too much. Alas, it all came to an end on the 20th when we sailed into Boston harbor. We went on a tour of Boston, but it wasn't long enough to really see much history, just pointing out various old building that Americans are familiar with because of history lessons, such as the old North Church and Paul Revere. The tour guide was from Germany and she talked about how she envied American children because they only have 300 years of history to study, not 2,000.

I'm home now, doing laundry and planning another cruise for next summer along with a few smaller trips in between. Until we meet again, au revoir, tata, and bye bye.

GG