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. Everyday 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 did not write a single card.