This is a small part of story about my first visit in Italy. I was going by plane from Saint-Petersburg to Pisa for three hours. It was lowcoster, so the seats were very uncomfortable and I could take with me just a one little bag. My journey was going to spend just for the six days, so it was ok for me. In the Pisa's airport I was looking for a bus stop to Pisa Centrale, but it was nothing. My Italian skill was very low, because of it I started to ask the way in English. Italians speak English quite well, so after fifteen minutes I was on the railway station in the centre of Pisa. My hostel was in five minutes by walk, I stayed there my bag and walked around the town. Pisa is a very beautiful town. There are a lot of small streets, full of chapters, arcades, cafe and "pizzaria" in it. During my trip in Italy, I had picked up some Italian, and then went to the course in Saint-Petersburg. But now I'm improving my English and I need to write a short story about doing something first time.