indulgence

I always indulge on my first night in a foreign land.

It's like a congratulatory dinner to myself for doing it on my own.

So despite actually knowing that I am getting ripped off,

or not necessarily the best of quality...

I do it regardless.

I allow the locals to take advantage of my innocent gaze;

opening my wallet to their greedy fingertips.

But in exchange, I allow myself to sit in the middle of the Old Town in Prague,

amongst the centre of it all, and watch the world go by.

Naturally, people gawk and smile sympathetically at the women sitting alone in the window.

She sits there,

in this magical place, drinking wine on her own and they pity me.

Yet I am the one who looks sympathetically at them.

Stressed about the price of food and in a potentially strained situation,

I am free from cumbersome situations.

Free to stay... indulge.

Eat and drink - do whatever I want.

And you know what?

It is truly worth ever over priced penny!