Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy.I visited the 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. I did not understand a word. Everyday I thought about postcards.On the last day, I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thiry-seven cards. I spent the whole day in my room, but I did not write a single card!