Sunday was a slow day meant for cooking and hanging out, but Monday was a rush of hurry up and get out the door so we could spend the afternoon in Salem. I had been to Salem once before and had been liking forward to going back for awhile. We didn't have any definitive plans, so we wandered around through the shops and historic houses, picking out landmarks to visit as we came across them. My memories of Salem vary widely from the ones I made on Monday. I had expected a bit of a repeat performance, I wouldn't have minded that, but I'm glad I was able to see something different.
Number of times the gps has been wrong: 5
Number of ants stuck in my shoe: 3
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