Please send me a card. 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 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!