My first travel

   Travelling is one of my hobbies. It’s the best way to learn about other cultures and to speak a better English.

   My first trip was too many years ago, when I was seven years old. My family and I went to Bari, in Italy, because of my father’s job (he is always travelling). The worst thing of the trip was the flight, bacuse it was the first time that my brother and me have taken one and it was really scared. We had to take two planes to go there, it was horrible.

   When we arrived, I was very exausted, but I also was very excited. We staid in a hotel which had a too big garden where my brother, mum and me played when my father was at the University.

Furthermore, we had a good weather and we learned a lot about Italy. 

   I think is a good place to visit and my brother and me came back very happy, so we have had too many trips after this one.