American here, grew up in NYC and lived in Boston before moving back to da Bronx.
Countries: Canada (visited grandma’s Scots-Gaelic speaking relatives in Nova Scotia, Ontario, New Brunswick, Halifax, lots of T’ranna), Mexico (just near the border), Bermuda, about 30 US states.
However, I do have a brother who’s travelled most of Europe, and an uncle who speaks fluent Arabic and studied in Cairo for a while, then travelled to Taiwan and then to China proper where he picked up Mandarin and his wife, my Aunt Lili.
Ethnic influences: Yikes! I suppose the most influential would be American Irish, Italian, Jewish (secular, Orthodox, a little Hasidic), Latino (mostly Puerto Rican and Cuban in my youth, more Dominican Republic and Central American now as the Boricuans all got better off and moved to the 'burbs), and African-American and Caribbean black. Dated Irish, Italian, (secular) Jewish, WASP guys. I’m Irish/Scottish and Catholic myself but have French Protestant ancestry dating back to the Mayflower era. Roommates with Russian-American Jewish girl, mainland Chinese girl, Chinese-ancestry Vietnamese girl, Taiwanese girl, American black guy, Bangladeshi-American guy, several WASP girls (not all at once!) My state’s governor is Hungarian, my mayor Jewish, my county’s president Puerto Rican, my President Texan (it’s exotic to me).
Languages spoken: The Bronx, trendy Manhattan, Bostonian dialects of English. Basic Spanish. ‘Hello’, ‘thank you’, ‘goodbye’ in Cantonese and Mandarin. Enough Yiddish to amuse all the WASPier girls I knew in New England.
Bachelor’s degree from a Seven Sisters college (old women’s colleges that were the female Ivy League before women could go to the real one). Medium income. Northeasterner all my life. Here’s something interesting that might help you understand us a bit better: There’s not much subsidized education here in private schools, and I had to spend every summer working at service jobs to afford college again in the fall, and also had a generous scholarship that paid about half of the cost of college. It was worth it, but it did come with strings attached. In junior year, I applied to go abroad to study; in fact, junior year abroad is/was a very common custom for Americans. However, the programs in England, France, and Spain that I checked out would not take my scholarship money. I couldn’t subsidize myself and could not bankrupt my parents, so I had to stay right in Boston. There are worse fates, but that sort of thing makes it hard to travel. Trips after I graduated were out of the question–I had student loans to pay back, and had to get right to work, in jobs that offered one or two weeks of vacation a year.
One last example: my Dad has a doctorate and teaches in several prestigious New York City universities as an adjunct professor; he is cultured and speaks a few languages. But the first time he ever could afford to go overseas was early this year, when he was 68 years old. Travel overseas is often a once-in-a-lifetime adventure to be saved up for for many years. Yet, Dad has travelled all over America and met foreigners who have come here and has standing invitations to Cuba (tricky, that one), Australia, Sweden, and the UK. Someday maybe he’ll do it. But it’ll take a major chunk of income–everyplace is so far from here!