The woman behind the counter looks confused when I apologetically respond to her question in English. It's not the first time this happens. Not that the people in Gothenburg don't speak English, which they do perfectly, but with the way I look they often think I'm a local. And even though it leads to many confusing conversations, I secretly enjoy that for once I blend in with the rest. In addition to the local people, there are more things about Gothenburg that remind me of home (The Hague). Its proximity to the sea, the canals in the city and that village feel to it - compared to Stockholm and Amsterdam - when you explore almost everything on foot. And there...