At our Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, you never know who is going to show up. I suspect that if you walked up and knocked at the door, you would be invited in to dinner.
We had a couple of college baseball players from New York City came over one Thanksgiving. There was another from Canada.
My niece’s fiance was a baseball player and so he invited those baseball players over who didn’t have any place to go.
There was a long table (a couple of tables pushed together, actually) with room for all the adults with the food served family style in which you take what you want from a plate and pass it on clockwise. The kids had heir own table. Those two players from New York sat down facing each other in the very middle of the table.
Neither of the two understood family style dining. Not once did either of those two pass anything on. When the food got to them, they took what they wanted and left the dish where it was. When the rest of us wanted anything, we had to get up, walk over to them, get the dish, and return to our seat.
That one Thanksgiving Dinner changed the way we eat our full family dinners. Now all the food stays in the kitchen and we have to line up like in a buffet line.
As far as I’m concerned, those two from New York City were foreign visitors.
As for actual foreign visitors for Thanksgiving, we have also had high school students from Japan, Russia, New Zealand, Brazil, and probably a few more that I don’t remember. My younger brother’s wife often placed foreign exchange students in the area.
One of my favorites was a farm hand we had from Mexico under the Brasero Program named Raymundo. That was maybe 60 years ago and I remember him well – he was a really nice guy. I do remember him looking kind of uncomfortable to see so much food on the table.