At times I did attend nonmilitary schools back in the USA when my father was stationed in the States; these schools had a totally a different atmosphere. Classmates there often thought of me as a world traveler since I had lived in what they thought were exotic places (not!) and could speak French fluently (at that time). But I really wasn't much different from them, having Southern roots, and I always made many friends.
We traveled across Canada by car a few years ago, covering parts of Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Ontario, and Quebec, although some don't consider Canada a "foreign country." Well, Quebec certainly SEEMED foreign, with signs, restaurant menus, newspapers, etc. in French. Thank goodness I could read enough from my college French to get by. Much of Canada reminded me of Alaska, especially the wilderness areas.
The coldest temperature during our 3.5 years in Alaska was 76 degrees below zero (yes, you saw right!). For a couple of weeks one year in December, the warmest temperature was -55 (that's BELOW zero). Those of us who lived in the military housing on post usually walked to and from school; I lived about two blocks away. During that particular cold snap, however, Army buses transported us, since that kind of cold is very dangerous in a matter of seconds.
All in all, the travel and living outside the USA has truly made me appreciate how wonderful and blessed our country is. I am very thankful for the many experiences of being an "Army brat" that I would have never had otherwise. After seeing a few other parts of the world, I believe "there is STILL no place like home!" to paraphrase Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.