明信片总搅得我假日不得安宁。去年夏天，我去了意大利。我参观了博物馆，还

Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited the museum and I went to the park. A hospitable waiter taught me a few words of Italian and later lent me a book. I read a few lines but didn't understand a single word. I think about postcards every day. The holidays go by so fast and I haven't sent a single postcard to my friends yet. On the last day, I made a big decision. I got up early and bought 37 postcards. I was locked in my room all day. And yet not even a single postcard was written!

Postcards always disturb my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited the museum and also went to the park. A hospitable waiter taught me a few words of Italian and later lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I didn't understand a single word. I think about postcards every day. The holiday passed quickly, but I haven't sent a postcard to my friends yet. On the last day, I made a major decision. I got up early and bought 37 postcards. I stayed in my room all day. However, not even a postcard was written!

Postcards always spoil my holiday. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited the museum and went to the park. A hospitable waiter taught me a few words of Italian and then lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I didn't understand a word. I think about postcards every day. The holiday passed quickly, but I haven't sent a postcard to my friends yet. On the last day, I made a big decision. I got up early and bought 37 postcards. I was shut up in my room for a whole day. However, even a postcard was not written!