The first time I went to New York, I was very excited. My friend met me at the airport and took me to a hotel. Since he had to work, he promised to see me next day and left.
After a short rest, I went to a restaurant near the hotel to get something to eat.    I couldn’t speak English, I couldn’t tell the waiter I wanted. I felt very upset and started to make some gestures, the waiter just couldn’t understand me.
Finally, I ordered the same thing the manthe next table was eating. After dinner, I started walk along Broadway until I came to Time Square with its movie theatres and huge crowds people. I didn’t feel a bit tired so I continued to walk.
When I returned to the hotel, I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake all the night, thinking about the day’s experience. I decided I had to learn to speak English.  （165 words）