Uppsala, the boulevard of broken heels

Whenever time allows, I go to Uppsala. When I studied there, I did not only make a bunch of wonderful friends and epic memories, I also fell in love with this pretty little town. (Little from a German perspective. In Sweden, it is the fourth biggest town.)

Yesterday, I first made a short visit to Uppsala’s Tourist Center where a former colleague now works. I had my German friend Tabea with me and when my colleague asked how we met, Tabea said, “I joined a choir to meet Swedish people. But then I met Helen. I guess that’s almost better”. She sure knows how to flatter the dvensks!

In accordance with tradition, we took our fika at Cafe Storken and as always, I took the cake Storken Special with the Rooisbos Cactus Orange. I have been doing that for almost three years now and finally I asked where this tea could be bought only to find out, they sell it right downstairs. Now I have a bag that smells all orange and I personally think that’s a lovely smell. I hope Ingrid thinks so too, because that’s the tea we’ll be drinking from now on at nights 😀

Sweden acknowledging patchwork families: "Do you have an extra dad? Buy two teas for Father's Day!"

Sweden acknowledging patchwork families: “Do you have an extra dad? Buy two teas for Father’s Day!”

Going downstairs to the tea store was though not so easy. When I left Stockholm, Andrea recommended to take another pair of shoes, an idea that I dismissed because I would only be there a day. Fifteen minutes into my Uppsala stay, my heel fell off. There was no other way than to stand in the shoemaker’s shop with socks and wait for the repair. Uppsala, the boulevard of broken heels.

Malin and I made good use of the heel-investment and walked all around the city. First, we went to my student nation’s curator because my nation card never arrived. I am sure I have explained this sometime before, but in Uppsala, social life very much depends on having a nation card because otherwise you don’t get in anywhere and my noble plan was then still to go out at night. The curator and I, who had been emailing back and forth for a week, instantly bonded, also over the fact that he had the royals displayed in his office. (Malin phrased the bonding as flirting but I guess that is just the Stockholm air getting to my head.)

The exhibition in The Cathedral was called "Heaven is here" whcih I find a brilliant title. I kept looking for the new German-Swedish bishop, but to no avail

The exhibition in The Cathedral was called “Heaven is here” whcih I find a brilliant title. I kept looking for the new German-Swedish bishop, but to no avail

"Who is the one and who is the other? Or are they interchangeable?" "Malin and Helen intepreting modern art.

“Who is the one and who is the other? Or are they interchangeable?” “Malin and Helen intepreting modern art.

Another fika with home-made hallongrottor was consumed at Malin’s place (or rather Axel’s) and we then took a light walk through town. Uppsala has a wonderful light festival “Allt Ljus på Uppsala” (All Light on Uppsala) every November where the public space is decorated with light installations to brighten up the worst Swedish months.

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The evening was spent with Tabea and Christian and I finally got to look through all the documents you get when you study SFI (Swedish for Immigrants). I am very fascinated with how it all works and what you learn and it does make me sad to see that Christian managed to learn stuff in 6 months that I needed years for. I mean, I am happy for him but I start doubting myself, haha. I am talking about “nog, väl, ju” in case you wondered. The school also had a list of rules which read, “We do not say mean things to each other”, “We let each other talk” and “we are careful with each other’s things”. It probably sounded like that because it needs to be in beginner’s Swedish but it was funny to read for sure.

The plan to go out was sabotaged by my extreme tiredness. Really sad, but despite the girls at Pressbyrån who asked me twice (at different Pressbyråns!) if I was over twenty, I must admit I am getting old…;-)

 

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