Please send me a card Postcards make me unhappy in the holiday. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and went to parks. A friendly waiter taught me some words of Italian and then lent me a book. I read a few lines but I didn’t understand a word. I kept thinking the postcards everyday. How time flies, but I even didn’t send a postcard to my friends. At the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought 37 postcards. I stayed in my room for a whole day, however, I couldn’t write a single postcard.