Fika is one of those things I have no idea how I managed to live most of my life without. if you have never been in Sweden and/or haven’t looked up anything about the country you probably also still live in the darkness of a world fikaless (I have just made this up). But truly, in Sweden fika is almost a entity and I bet it will be one of the first things you will go through once here. When I arrived in Linköping, someone spoke about the importance of fika and I didn’t quite understood, <<what is this fuzz everyone keeps talking about?>> I didn’t think it was that much big of a deal. Little I knew.
Straightforwardly, a simple definition of fika can be “a time in the day to stop what you are doing and have a conversation over some coffee and a sweet food”. But this is too simple. In my country we have this traditional break in the afternoon for coffee and bread, but it’s not the same. The point is that fika is a culture in itself, it’s a feeling, a concept, a state of mind, and maybe one will only fully understand it once experience it. What I like the most about fika is how it is a respected ritual, meaning everyone understands its importance and really engage in it, being kind of a moment which everyone is allowed (and even demanded) to enjoy. It is a break without excuses. A pause in everything you are doing, just to enjoy the simple and good things in life: people, food and, of course, coffee.
So if you are in Sweden, you will have fika. All. The. Time.
Usually it envolves the traditional cinnamon bun, but really it doesn’t matter much what is the food, fika is about time. Giving time to layback and enjoy the present moment. I feel like nothing matters when it’s time for fika, just to be there.
Excited for fika already? You should.