Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat
in public grdens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Itlian. 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 cards to my friends. On the last day I made a big
decision. I got up early and go bought thirty-seven cards. I spent the whole day in my room,
but I did not write s single card!