Yesterday I arrived in Salem. My trip here involved snow flurries (no big deal) and strong winds. Anytime I approached 70 mph, the car tended to blow around like a paper towel in a tornado. Okay, not that bad, but you get the picture. Took 84 to Mass Pike to 95. 3 hours drive.
Until I got to the stop sign to turn on Hawthorne. Traffic is backed up and no one can move. Eek. So I wait my turn silently cursing the traffic gods. I left NYC and this ain’t tourist season in Salem. WTH?
Well, turns out the cops had been searching for and captured an escaped convict. LOL. Gotta love my luck. Once I park the car, a news crew rushes over to ask if I saw anything. Nope. And if I did, having a camera in my face wouldn’t help.
I checked into the Hawthorne Hotel economy room. It’s about the size of a Manhattan studio in Meatpacking. Um 300 sq ft. I have to take the toilet paper roll down to use the toilet otherwise it bites into my ribs.
But it’s a great location and the room is clean.
More importantly, The tavern serves delish food. I had an apple-pumpkin bisque soup, a chicken ceasar salad and a gingerbread ice cream sandwich drizzled in honey.
Dessert blew my mind. Hence the pic above. Yummie to the nth power.
Last night I was up in my room editing the YA novel. Today I’ll start the sightseeing. 🙂
And I wrote 500 words in my adult novel last week and finished a chapter off. I like things tied up in nice tidy bows.