No the whole country does not smell like Cinnabon

Unfortunately. Because this is what I thought would be the case after getting off the train and smelling the overwhelming smell coming first from 7-11 of all places. They do have cinnamon buns or kannelbullar everywhere though.
As you can see they aren't covered in icing like we like them. They just have those flakes of crusty sugar. They also have a much more intense cinnamon flavor which is nice.

They love their coffee here and having them together is the tradition, not necessarily eating them after you shop for furniture. These pictures must have been taken on different days. In any case, this proves that all my stereotypes about Swedish culture are true.

OMG. Now really all of them are true. If anyone has any preconceived notions of the baltic countries please let me know. I would hate to go there with an open mind and just experience their culture for myself.

In fairness to Kendra after that last post about Summer with Monica, if her life with me were a film it would probably be this one.

Or would it be more like this?

I'm sure everyone is waiting for commentary about Swedish socialism. I don't have much, but I don't want to leave you unsatisfied. This is from an exhibit about he Vikings. Apparently the Swedish socialist movement used the history of democracy in Viking society to argue for universal male suffrage at the turn of the last century. In Norse clan society free peasants elected an assembly called the Thing. The history of the Thing electing chieftains and kings separates Scandinavia from southern feudal Europe which had the leftover authoritarian tradition of the Roman Empire.

Where are the lingonberries?

Before getting to my discussion of Swedish food, I must make a quick aside. On my flight over here I saw this movie.
It is Ingmar Bergman's Summer With Monika. This is the story of my life which should be called Summer With Kendra.

This is a farmers market in Stockholm. It looks like one anywhere. Since it is July it is full of raspberries and strawberries. I don't see any lingonberries. I guess that is what I get when all of my understanding of a country's culture comes from a few crude stereotypes picked up at IHOP. How can I ever see Sweden for what it is and get pass my silly misconceptions.

Wait. There they are. That is a nice big bucket full. I guess IHOP can teach us a lot. My next quest will be to find cinnamon rolls like at IKEA. That shouldn't be too hard because I smelled them baking at least three times before I even made it to my hotel room yesterday morning.