Postcards Always Spoil My Holiday
Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited replica watch 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 post-cards. My holidays passed quickly, I bought a piece of gucci replica watch for my mother when I was passing the Gucci store, 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! I still can’t write any Italian words on it. What’s more I also can’t remember my country words at all. At last, I was disappointing to ask someone for help. It was very shameful.