Funny, just yesterday I had several examples of the talking/accent/etc.
I live in this small town, never had anything but good experiences, me being American. Even though when I first moved here I barely spoke in public. I just wanted to fit in and not be singled out as the town's token American. As time went on and I started doing things regularly...getting nails done, getting hair cut, going to the gym, eating out in restaurants, going to the bank and post office...as I started knowing people, my guard dropped. No longer did I feel out of place because everyone had accepted me, and even seem to actually like me.
So when I was in town yesterday, I stopped at the butcher's and there was this new bloke behind the counter. I'm just talking normally and he packs up my purchases and asks "Where are you from?" and then "Where do you live now?" And he got really chatty, the way a lot do, especially if they've been to Florida. Halfway through this conversation, a woman walked in...and I could see out of the corner of my eye her head do a complete spin like she suddenly realized "An American!" It was an odd feeling, as though she was spitting venom and he was delighted beyond measure. (BTW, she never said anything to me and she very well could like Americans, it's just her sudden head movement made it appear she was more shocked than pleasantly surprised at my presence.)
Same thing happened at the post office...person behind the counter thinking nothing of me, person in the window next to me doing a double take. Ah, but the person next to me was sending two letters to America!
Later I phoned to make a hair appointment and the guy on the other end of the phone asked "Is this Mrs. Williams?" Erm, no, but it is nice to know I'm not the only American around these parts!
I think the worst is for me that I can do really goofy things, I mean even after five years here I am still all discombobulated and I hate doing things wrong and especially being caught making a mistake. And I know because of my accent, not only do people remember who made the mistake (that American) but that also they can tell other people (it was that American) and they all know who he/she was talking about!
OR, when I parked all wonky the other day because I couldn't quite fit into the only parking space available...I drive an American car, you see..."It's that American." I don't meld into the crowd here and often I feel like I am wearing the teeshirt labelled "Studid".
As far as patriotism, yes, I do feel it, especially just after 911...because of the flag waving that was being reported. People didn't understand why Americans wave flags all the time. Made me wonder why the British don't, but then explained to me that the British swear allegiance to the Queen and don't pledge allegiance to the flag. The flag just doesn't have the same importance here. The individual country flags are waved primarily at sporting events to distinguish team alliance. But once the game's over, the flags disappear again. The British flags usually come out for the Proms.
(I'm not so sure that George Bush is doing much to keep my patriotism going, however.)
I confess to breaking down in massive tears/sobbing like there's no tomorrow whenever "God Bless the USA" is sung by Lee Greenwood. I can't help it...it's a involuntary reaction.