I have been in Victoria, Canada for a month in summer two years ago to study English. Nearly, I often remember those days that I spent time there. It was the first time when I went abroad and a so exciding experience for me. I maybe wish that I feel myself excided these days.
In Victoria, I could stay in my host family's house. There were four people in the family, father, mother, a daughter, and a son. All of them were cheerful, but I could speak little with them because I wasn't proud of my English. It is my great regret.
I want to go there again soon and talk about a lot of things with them.
