In the early morning, my programme mate took up me and the delegation to the bus stop for Phoenix Airport ant it meant it was time to say good bye to my programme mate and Fragstaff and it mede me somehow sentimental to think that next meeting up would be in the final destination, Washignton DC in the end of March just before our departure to Japan. Shook our hands and the shttle bus was finally departed.
After two and half hours riding to the airport, we finally arrived and checked in the flight to Boston. There was a few time before the flight, thus we had a small meeting in the robby to confirm our schedule when we arrive in Boston. I saw off their flight to Boston, I managed to transfer to the other terminal for my flight to Bosotn, however, I did not figure out how to get there and really upset. I was in a hurry to arrive at my flight and fortunatelly, a staff took me to the terminal and I was barely in time for my flight to Boston.
Regardless of this minor trouble, the flight was so confortable but merginally sentimental to think about leaving Arizona. I arrived at Boston roughly 8:00 pm. Becuase of my fatigueness, thought I took a wrong shuttle from the airport to blueline, finally got to my apartment. I waited for a call from the delegation to inform their arrival at Boston for a while and I got a call at last, thence I went to bed.