You know you're an international person, when...

Ok, I 'stole' this from a Facebook group, but it is just brilliant and very recognisable, so I couldn't resist posting it.

(yes, I am back from an amazing trip to France and will post photo's soon! Oh, and have tasted some great French food, and I really like it, but just don't spread the rumour ok?)



You know you're an International person in Copenhagen when...

...you make a sport of laughing at fashion victims

...you're met with looks of sympathy when you tell your friends you have to go to Jutland to visit family

...going to the movies is a BIG DEAL since it's so expensive (besides, your sketchy friend already got you a bootleg copy you watched before the movie even came out)

...you see people drinking beer... any time, any place, any brand (go try Star pils..!), and any age

...you know that J-day ISN'T Judgement day, but the day that the Christmas edition beer (Julebryg) is unsleashed on the populace

...you realise that potatoes are not just a bland side-dish, but a way of life

...you don't understand why they even BOTHER with football

...you haven't gotten the hang of biking, so your buscard is your most prized posession (cos it cost an arm and a leg, and a tooth... and the other leg)

...when you bomb the tax offices

...when sometimes the satire goes waaaaay out there

...when you memorise someone else's name and address to give to the ticket checkers on the train to avoid a fine

...when you've been down the "Death Route": Studenterhuset, the Moose, LA Bar, Wall Street, the gutter

...you haven't quite mastered remoulade

...you actually prefer Swedes

...you hate H&M and Vero Moda/Jack and Jones cos every other bitch is wearing your outfit

...you know shades are essential summer clubbing gear- not to look cool in the club, but so you don't get blinded leaving it at 3 a.m.

...public nudity just doesn't shock you

...you learn the S-train and night bus schedules cos that's the only way you get around

...that cab you took all the way from town to Lyngby seemed like a good idea at 4 a.m., but not on Monday when you find your Dankort has been revoked

...you get wasted before you leave to go out partying cos it's soooo much cheaper, and you sober up just waiting to get to the bar

...you consider 15ºC to be "nice and toasty"

....the city comes to a standstill in winter cos everyone was caught unawares by the 1cm of snow

...you feel really bad for public school teachers

...you've mastered the art of Danglish

...your friends in other countries think you're insane for eating salty liquorice

...you get altitude sickness on the penthouse floor

...you DENY knowing any Nik & Jay lyrics

...you know what the "Roskilde" smell is

...you need a visa to get into Nørrebro (and feel you should have to get one to get into Jutland)

...you know it's pronounced EE-kea, NOT EYE-kea

...your living room looks like p. 25 of the IKEA catalogue

...you start eating rugbrød and like it

...you know the ONLY hotdogs are Danish. Don't argue

...you know "Danish" pastry is 1.) called weinerbrød and 2.) nothing like whatever pirated version you get outside DK

...you've lived here for 10 years and you haven't been in the sea while sober, cos it's so damn cold

...you spy on people at night cos no-one closes their curtains

...Johnny Bravo just isn't the same in Danish

...watching stuff without subtitles is weird

...you give up explaining where you're from to Danes

...you laugh at all the red or whiiiiiite bodies on the beach

...your favourite pizza is kebab pizza

...you automatically become friends with other international people just because they're international

...a trip on the Oslo boat is an "exotic cruise"

...tall, blond and blue eyed just doesn't do it for you anymore

...summer's all about Nyhavn and Kgs. Have. And dodging tourists on Strøget

...random strangers smile at you on the street and make you suspicious

...1st of May has nothing to do with the International Workers' Day, but everything to do with Bunk Off and Go Drink Beer in Fælledparken Day

...you didn't care about HC Andersens's bicentennial either

...you don't get what the big deal is about handball. Or curling for that matter

...dodging people with clipboards at Kultorvet becomes an exact art (headphones on, acting like there's someone calling you on your phone, pretending to look through your bag... you know them all)

...none of your friends own a car...