After I was born in Spain my dad, mother and I did a tour in Japan. What does that say for my mom, a native Spanish woman traveling and living in Japan.   Too bad that I was little, I would have loved to have had that experience.  I did grade (k-2) in Spain then  (3-5) in Sigonella, Sicily.  We lived in a town called Nicolosi ,  (Google map/earth) it was maybe an hour from Mount Etna.  The Villa we lived in was gated, it was two story but we resided on the top floor it had a huge stair case that led to the top  layer of the upper  house, it had a huge upstairs balcony,the bottom house was not occupied. The bottom floor (yard) was tiled mainly, the back of the house had a maze walkway with a well, some fruit trees, it was just fun and dreamy.   I use to roller skate on it.  I remember the pasta and pizza, I loved the pasta, pizza and the natural sparkling water.

Then my family and I moved to Pensacola, Florida.  The US is very wide and spread open, in Europe roads are smaller, walking was very common in Europe, however in the States  you need a vehicle 80% of the time to go places.  I vaguely remember this time period, but I have moments, like when we were in New Orleans and I had grits for the first time.  I remember the American television being different from Spain, more channels and lots of funny shows.  There seem to be some awareness of the differences in geography, America is very spread out wide roads, a lot of places are driving distance.