I was often taken for someone from either Quebec or Australia, weirdly, when I was still living in France. (I seem to have a slightly english accent in french, wherever that comes from, and that confused the hell out of everybody)
Actually through my year there I had a running joke of everyone who told me 'oh, but you're not from France, are you' to have them guess where I'm from, and no one had it in less than five gos.
I'd really, really love to hear myself with french ears.
As to english, I had my Hooray-experience somewhere in England (yes, England, Acaila
) when I was walking through a small town and a car pulled up to me asking me directions. I had no clue and told her so, said I was a foreigner myself, and the lady in the car replied: "Ah yes, I can hear that. US, right?"... and I was like "close, but no cigar
Did feel flattered, though, I have to admit.
Especially since I equally admit to hate german accents. It sounds so ... ugh...
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world