This weekend I went to Cape Cod with Stephen and his family. We had to take his German exchange student with us. His name is Marco and he’s pretty useless. Anyways so I left on friday at around 5:30p and we got there at around 8 or 9. We watched the celtics but I went to bed early. The next morning I woke up and Stephen and his dad had already gone fishing. We went to breakfast at this Irish breakfast place. It was sooooo good. When we returned the weather was kind of crappy. Later that day Marco did a batting cage for the first time. He’s always staring at me it’s really annoying. He leaves in about a week. I don’t think i’ve been more excited about something in my entire life. That night i went to bed early because I went fishing at 4:30 the next morning. Stephen caught 2 fish. We fished till about 8 o’clock. Then we went to have breakfast at the same place. After we got home from breakfast i passed out in my sleeping bag because I was so tired. We left at around 11:45 on sunday and we were home by two. I dont understand why all the houses in the cape look exactly the same!
