Stockholm and Uppsala, Sweden

I have a dear friend in Uppsala, Sweden. We met while she was living in Vancouver, Canada, but when she went back home, I knew I would have to make it to Sweden someday. And I did! I arrived in Stockholm from London and was met by my gal friend. Her mom picked us up and off to Uppsala we went. A sushi dinner and a lot of catching up later, we tired ourselves out and fell asleep. The next day was Stockholm and we rode the train downtown and walked around all day. A visit to the National Museum and more wandering, we found the BEST funky nightspot for eating without doing the club thing (except that I forgot the name). A few glasses of wine and delicious food later and we made our way back home. The next day was exploring Uppsala and watching a really passionate but totally bizarre religious show in the middle of the street (we took pictures and everything) and then to a Swedish Easter dinner with her family. Easily part of the top loveliest people on the planet, we talked politics, ate a beautiful meal and took the dog for a walk. I’d like to think all Swedish people are that wonderful.

Photo: Uppsala duck pond

Back Home to Vancouver

That was the end of my second trip to France. I would not return until 5 years later (this April). Each time has changed my life in some significant way and I can’t wait to be back again next spring. What is it about France that makes me swoon so? After I’ve finished moving at the end of August, I’ll recount my latest trip to Europe, which I spent the majority of time in France, but also visited London, Haworth (England, where the Bronte sisters grew up) and Sweden. What fun!