The Swedish “Fika”

If you come to Sweden and not have “fika,” then you’ve not been in Sweden. Swedes love their coffee and they love their cinnamon buns, called “bullar.” I guess Dad and I are not “real” Swedes because we don’t have fika. We just have our breakfast, dinner at lunch (as my granddaughter Sarah calls it), and a light meal in the evening. But “real” Swedes they have fika.

Fika is the coffee and sweet buns or cookies in between meals. When we visited my brother Lars and his wife, Lilo, we had wonderful fika on their back deck. As we arrived I asked my sister-in-law for help photographing us. She did an excellent job! Thanks, Lilo!

I had been asked by a reporter for the daily Christian newspaper DAGEN for help to do a report on my daughter and her family’s visit to Sweden. The article came in yesterday’s paper. For those who read Swedish and would be interested in reading it, go to DAGEN.SE, on the page for Family News for June 16.

Coles Abuelo MargaritaHere we are, left to right! The children in the front:Brianna, David and Sarah. Back row: Myself, Dad, my son-in-law Thom, and my daughter Carina.

The house in the background my brother has built himself, to replicate houses built 200 years ago. I’m proud of my brother!

Table set for fikaThe table set for fika.

Bullar and pepparkakor

Any fika without the heart-shape gingersnaps (pepparkakor)
and “bullar” would not be a real fika.

Thom and Carina at LassesThom and Carina

In Sweden the winters are long, dark and cold. So people take any chance they have to be basking in the sun. Even summers can get cold and dreary, with lots of rain. My daughter and her family had a delightful visit, with sunny and warm weather.

The girls table

The girls special fika-table.

Father and son

Father and son basking in the sun.

Sarah swingingSwings and summer go together.
Little Sarah and “old” grandmother both enjoying
this summery treat!

Margarita columpiandoLilos flowers 2Lilos flowers 1Lasse y LiloThat was that! A happy memory to take with me home from a visit with the brother I prayed for when I was 12 years old. God heard my prayers and with Lasse the world was made richer. So also with his lovely wife, Lilo.

May we all do our part to make the world richer. It’s a choice!

I’m reading a book by John Ortberg, All the places to to go… How will you know?
In relating the story of Ruth from the Bible, he states: “She just chose the opportunity to love.”

What opportunity will you and I have today to choose to love, to make the world a better place?

I thank God for the people that have enriched my daughter’s life these past three weeks. May the memory of her visit to Sweden live long in her heart, as also in her beloved family.

Choose the opportunity to love!




About kelund

My name is Kerstin Anderas-Lundquist. I was born in Sweden to Per & Brita Anderas, on March 6, 1946. In 1948 we left to begin a missionary life in Chile; in 1956 we moved on to Peru. On May 1, 1969 I married an all-Swedish guy from Karslkrona: Bengt Göran Emanuel Lundquist. God blessed us with two daughters: Eva-Marie Elizabeth and Ruth Carina. We served as missionaries in Peru and Bolivia. In 1988 we moved to the United States to work at Life Publishers in Miami, Florida. I was to assist in developing the line of Sunday School Curriculm in Spanish known as Vida Nueva. I live in Springfield, Missouri, and am retired from work at the Assemblies of God Headquarters. My husband and daughter Eva-Marie have been promoted to Heaven. Carina is married to Thom Cole and they have given me four gourgeous grandchildren, even five (teen-age John). I will be writing about my life, past and present, blended with visions for the future. My deepest desire is to spread the “seed of love”–inspiration to serve God and our neighbors with love and compassion.
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