Passage 3 Please send me a card

Postcard 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!