Post by Grubb.
Once we checked into the last hotel we’ll be staying at before flying home (tomorrow), we took a train to Uppsala. Known for its way-old university (Linnaeus taught there), Uppsala is commuter friendly to Stockholm the way Santa Fe is to Albuquerque. Our main intention was to enjoy another sunny day in Sweden. Take a gander at another cathedral.
We had a great lunch at a restaurant near the university that had the interior layout of a converted castle.
Waiting to be seated at the restaurant, I had one of those “let’s shove our way in front of the old folks” moments when two Swedish guys cut in front of us to get the waiter to seat them first. Is it because I’m seventy-three that I seem to be more sensitive such casual rudeness? I start to bristle; Ella tells me to chill.
In contrast to the two boars, a few tables away sit two older men that I can only admire. It’s noon and they’ve ordered beers with a shot of aquavit. And that’s only the first round. Ah, I can almost feel the warmth in my blood, the buzz.
During our post-prandial walk along the walls of the castle Gustav Vasa built, I stopped to get my “Last Year At Marienbad” shot.
