You could say that I come from a family of inbreds, or from a family of migrants and interracial marriages. Both apply. My mother's side of the family has half its members living abroad while my father's side has cousins marrying cousins and their sisters marrying their spouse's brothers. Because nothing really beats tales about ski trips told in a Canadian accent or the interesting difference of perspectives on football between an American sister-in-law and a Swedish cousin, I've always...