When I was married, my DH's family lived in France. Great, right? Free place to stay in Paris, right? At first, yes. But it got old, very old. Since I only had 2 weeks of vacation every year, we always went to visit his family. We rarely went on a vacation that was not family-oriented. I got to really resent it, despite being a complete Francophile. I wanted my own vacation, one that did not involve the MIL!

Got it now (that's a mix of emotions).