Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, i went to italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines,but i did not understand a word. Every day i thought about postcards. My holidays passed quickly, but i did not send any cards to my friends. on the last day i made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty seven cards.i spent the whole day in my room,but i did not write a single card