Every time I pushed my one-year-old’s stroller outside our home at Shi Fan Da Xue, I felt like we had become our own parade. My light skinned, blond-haired baby laughed and smiled as fascinated strangers pointed and waved. My son was such a magnet...

Bleary-eyed after an all-night flight from Bangkok, I waited in, okay, I admit it, grumbling misery, for the final leg of my trip. Schipol is not an awful airport, but I was tired and grumpy and had too much time to kill. Eventually, I headed to t...