I used to get annoyed when my parents visited from Sweden. They had to stop for fika at 10 and 2 or the whole day would be off. I reluctantly sat down with them. And if I grabbed a cup of coffee and continued doing what I was doing they looked deeply hurt.

Now I would do anything to spend time with them. Because fika is so much more than taking a break. Fika is a chance to come together, a chance to reconnect and to check-in. It might seem non-productive but it’s a great investment in oneself and in others. You can’t get more productive than that!

Great article but the picture was torturous for a Swede like me. I miss that stuff even though I, just like you, have to digest it for hours after eating it.

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