Tea Parties and Massacres: Quarter of a Century Old in Salem

We stayed for two nights in The Salem Inn, a historic home with haunted rooms. I guess there are lots of ghost stories in New England because it's the oldest part of the country.

The building we stayed in was erected in 1834. Our room was nice and cozy; it had a fireplace and a photo on the wall that showed that the room was originally a library (below).

The 17th was my birthday! In the morning, Michael brought me a mini chocolate cake with a big number "25" on top.

Salem is a very neat little town, the site of the witch trials of 1692. We went to the Salem Witch Museum, where we learned more about the witch trials via stage sets with life-size figures, lighting and a narration. A bit cheesy yet interesting.

We drove into Boston the last night. We've never been to Boston before and had no idea where to go, so we typed "Cheers" into the GPS. On the way, we saw people ice skating on Frog Pond at sunset, so we joined them. We are horrible ice skaters. We held onto the walls, jutting around with wobbly ankles as we were asked "First time?"

We made it to Cheers afterwards, where we sat next to a guy with a Cheers t-shirt on, who asked questions about the show and asked the waitress, "Do you guys make these pickles here?"

After our mandatory tourist experience, we found a bar that claimed to be the oldest tavern in the U.S. Before heading back to Salem, we got dinner at the Rock Bottom Brewery, where I sampled many of their tasty brews.