this reminds me of a funny story...
i was sitting on the edge of a sea wall looking out over the broken slabs and shards of ice that were fighting it out in the surf of the port of Helsinki, minding my own business, sketching a site for a design project when i heard a voice behind me, speaking to me.
now, i've been in Finland for about a month. most natives are fluent in English and switch back and forth with ease and never once did i have a problem asking directions or purchasing anything - none whatsoever.
but this guy...this guy is asking me a question, not speaking English, not an uncommon event on first meeting someone (i could pass for a Finn), so i say to him - "I'm sorry, I don't speak Finnish, I only speak English".
and he looks up at me and goes..."I AM speakin' English!" in this brogue that would strip the Kreem outta your tank!

turns out he's an ex-pat Scot who's been living in Helsinki for 15 yrs. He was just curious to know what i was sketching and wanted to say hello - and invite me to church.
needless to say, I apologized and felt very ignorant. in my defense i have to say that getting around in Finland was a breeze and I'd certainly gotten used to people's versatility in speaking clear English - English better than my Southern version, by far...
He had a pretty good sense of humor and we both got a kick out of it...and i did go to church, it was lovely.