Uppsala

I told her it wasn’t a good idea to go out the night before we had to catch a 9 a.m. train!  But then she pleaded one more time, “c’mon I’ll buy your beer!”

To which I responded, “o.k.”  Since the cheapest beer is around $5

So after a few hours of pre-partying at home with some cheap wine, we went to the pub on campus called Sivan’s.  It’s an okay club, and sometimes they play okay music outside on the deck.  Usually inside there is some house techno, or shitty American club music playing.  Well to make a long story short it was a very fun night, I got a little more intoxicated than planned and ended up leaving the pub before everyone else and going home to pass out and make my nightly skype calls to friends at home.  I’m sure its funny for people to be eating dinner around 6 p.m. and try to carry on a civilized conversation with me after a good run at the pub.  But anyways back to my story.  I went to bed, and before falling asleep realized I hadn’t packed one thing for my 4 day weekend yet.  Shit.

Well I decided it was nothing to lose sleep over, and I of course wasn’t going to attempt packing at 2 am after a night out.  So I slept for something like 4 hours.  After my little nighttime nap I woke up to my alarm clock screeching at me.  Whoever invented the snooze button is an asshole, that little button gives people the false idea of “9 more minutes” and that turns into half hours and just how many job interviews, flights, and a.m. colonoscopy appointments do you think people have been tardy for because of that genius.  I think I hit that cursed button about 3 times and got up 25 minutes before our bus to the train left.  Springing up out of bed (which was immediately followed by one of those familiar “whoa am I still drunk?” stumbles)  I grabbed my touring pack and started throwing articles of clothing, hygiene products and a whole bunch of unnecessary things into it.  Jess came to knock on my door after her wake up text to me went unanswered.  I was actually ready to go by this time so we decided to go a few minutes early to catch the bus. 

Stepping outside we encountered the worst weather we’ve experienced in Sweden to boot.  With a carton of apple juice in hand, I made my way towards the university bus stop.  On the way I think my umbrella turned itself inside out 4 times because of the strong winds.  So I hope your all making a mental picture of me soaking wet, hungover, carrying apple juice and a large pack running to the bus with my my umbrella inside out, because as we got closer we noticed our bus was already there, and it was about to leave!  But we made it after our half assed attempt at jogging, which almost threw Jessica into a puking fit. 

Don't let that smile deceive you, I'm about to upchuck.

Now we were on our way to Uppsala which is another university town in Sweden about an hour north of the capital Stockholm.  There are about 30,000 students and one of them happens to be Jess’s brother Beau.  This was awesome because we had a place to stay and someone to stay with who knows a lot of people from living there for 3 years.  I never know what to expect when couchsurfing, especially with someone I have just met….  Maybe her brother and his girlfriend will be socially awkward and I’ll be spending 4 days in there apartment watching television, or maybe they have a drinking problem and I’ll get separated from them while we’re out one night and get lost only to be Taken, like that girl in the movie. 

I guess if I'd had seen a picture first I would've known they're totally normal!

Not the case at all.  Sophie and Beau are one of the nicest couples I have ever met.  They are those generous people that have the attitude of “this may not be the Four Seasons, but make yourself at home.”  They were more than generous hosts, and at the same time we didn’t totally invade their life and went off and did a lot of stuff on our own.  The town is absolutely beautiful and had a really cool social scene.  We went out to a student pub one night and got a beer and a burger, and people were just sitting there hanging out and talking over good cheap grub.  I am now going to make it my mission to find out where people like this hang out in Vaxjo.  One morning we went on a hike through the woods with a trail, it had some single track which really made me miss my mountain bike.  The rest of the day we went and explored downtown, the highlights were this old castle which didn’t really look much like a castle, a botanical garden, and a cathedral that made me think about going to Sunday morning service (for a brief second) because it was so gorgeous.

Saturday was Sophie’s birthday, which meant her parents and aunt and uncle would be coming for lunch.  I think they make quite a big deal out of birthdays in Swedish culture.  It was so cool to see how the whole family interacted, and they were so warm and welcoming to me to be a part of it.  Her mother is Swedish and her father is French.  So of course we had a wine with lunch, and tea with dessert.  Then I showed them Duluth on the map and a few pictures of the hillside on the computer.  Her father told us all about the wine we were drinking, and how you can tell exactly what region in France it comes from by reading all the names on the bottle.  It all seems so sophisticated to me, but they were the exact opposite of stuffy and judgemental.  Everyone had a great sense of humor and treated us like we were family.  Later on Sophie had about 15 friends over for a drink before we went to her favorite sushi restaurant where we I did my first saki bomb. 

I hope this is what I always look like before a shot!

Later we went out to a Cuban salsa club and lined the walls like we were at a 7^th grade school dance.  There was no way in hell I was about to be the first one dancing (I only do that after a few cocktails)  and since the mojitos and rum and cokes were about $17 a pop, that wasn’t going to happen either.  But a few of the Swedes got ballsy and I was very impressed at how good some of them could salsa.  Some poor fellow mistook my awkward attempts at standing to the side bobbing my head with the beat that I wanted to dance.  When I said “no that’s okay” in English he just smiled and nodded and started showing me steps so I tried to salsa and after about 3 minutes of tripping over my own feet numerous times I just said “I’m sorry I’m too white to do this” and walked away. 

How do you say sweet mullet in Spanish?

After seeing one of the best mullets I’ve came across in awhile on a Cuban man who had the style of Nash Bridges or an extra on the set of Miami Vice, we decided to try one more place then head home.  The second place was full of people our own age, and we even got the dj to put on a Michael Jackson song after lying and saying it was my birthday.  But it was closing time so we decided to walk home after a successful last night in Uppsala.  In the morning we woke up and Sophie made us Swedish pancakes, which are sort of like crepes, but served with jam and crème.  Then we caught the train to Stockholm and walked around like gapers with our big packs and cameras took a few pics and hopped on the train home.  

I'm now officially a hipster.

Now I’m sitting across from a girl snoring at low enough decibel that my headphones can block her out.  I’m content and exhausted, it was an amazing weekend and I met so many impressive people from way more countries than I will ever travel to in my life.  It’s pretty cool that I can have the opportunity to experience them all in the living room in an apartment of Sweden.

‘Til next time!

Pam