Monday, February 16, 2015

An afternoon in Uppsala

Uppsala  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
This weekend we took advantage of an opening in R's work schedule to hop on a northbound train to visit Uppsala, a new-to-both-of-us charming university town less than an hour from Stockholm. It's the 4th largest in Sweden, after Stockholm, Göteborg and Malmö (which we never would have guessed by its supreme low-key'ness).

Rather than heading downtown to the central train station, we were able to take advantage of living in Vasastan where one of the commuter/regional train stations is, meaning all it took was a 5-minute stroll from the apartment and we were on a little train chugging through fields of snow dotted by the lone red house and paddocks filled with horses.

Train to Uppsala  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
(It's very easy to believe that 97% of Sweden is uninhabited!)

We didn't have much planned, which is our M.O. when it comes to travel—we read a little about what the place is all about and known for, and then just...wander around.

By 12:30PM we were stepping off the train and heading into the town's center with one thought in mind: lunch. As we walked around looking down side streets for tempting possibilities, we also kept an eye on all the lovely decor stores we passed: beautiful lanterns and candelabras and kitchen goods were tempting, but we kept our wallets closed. No more purchases until we know where we'll be living!

Uppsala  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala buildings  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala business school  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala buildings  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
As we came upon the canal running through the city we spotted the 2nd floor terrace of a restaurant, appropriately named Terrassen, so we headed up to take a look. While the view was lovely, I didn't find the restaurant itself particularly charming once we entered. But as we were so hungry, and I wasn't up for scoping out another option, we sat down and ended up having a tasty lunch anyway (grilled salmon for R and venison with morel sauce and lingonberries for me—which R kept sneaking glances at until I gave him a taste).

Uppsala Old Town  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala Slott Castle  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala Domkyrka Cathedral  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala Domkyrka Cathedral  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Once we were back outside, we started exploring the part of town around the university, the castle, and the domkyrka (cathedral)—the former two solely from the outside, but we went inside the cathedral, which was quite beautiful and impressive. As we walked around I kept having a sense of déjà vu until I realized that there was something about the colors and layout of Uppsala that reminded me of Parma.

Before heading back to the train station we stopped next door at Stationen, a somewhat well-known restaurant-lounge-cafè, for a fika, where I topped R with my ordering skills again—he had a super sweet mousse pie that he was not at all thrilled about (although the whisky he had alongside it made it go down easier), while I had a perfectly bittersweet hazelnut chocolate mousse (sans the pie crust) with salty, roasted nuts that was so good that even if I hadn't enjoyed Uppsala, it would have made the train tickets worth it.

(And the train tickets were surprisingly pricey).

Uppsala streets  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com
Uppsala balcony  |  An afternoon in Uppsala on afeathery*nest  |  http://afeatherynest.com

By 4:30PM we were on our way back to Stockholm.

Even though the sun hid itself behind clouds and the day ended up being quite gray and blustery, it was so very nice to "escape" Stockholm (if that's even the right word to use for a place you adore) for a few hours to wander somewhere new.

(Especially when said place's name is temptingly close to "oops-a-daisy" in pronunciation—at least for foreigners. No such danger of R saying that.)

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