接着读，新概念二册第三篇

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 Intalian. 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 bid decision. I got up early and bought 37 cards. I spend the whole day in my room, but i did not write a single cards.