One doesn’t know the value of a passport, and I mean a European, Canadian, or American Passport, until drowned in the whirlpool that is embassies, applications, paperwork, and visas.
The only thing I worry about before I travel is booking a flight at the right date and right ticket price, all thanks to my precious Canadian Passport. It has saved my the trouble of calling embassies, making appointments for interviews, filling applications, running all over town getting stacks of paper work done than getting them translated by a certified translator, waiting for hours in line at embassies, sitting for interviews, dreading a rejection, trying all over again if rejected, or making multiple visits to the embassy to pick up the visa if accepted.
Phew!!
After being involved with my friend’s struggle for getting the American Visa to visit her family in New York, and working to help my fiancé get the Schengen Visa to Europe for our honeymoon, I have truly learned to appreciate the little navy booklet I have.
“O Canada!”
I never thought that there was so much work and stress involved in taking a vacation outside Lebanon. Now I know what people meant when they said, “Oh, you have a passport; don’t worry, you future is set.” It makes me laugh now thinking back at all the people I met who joked about me marrying them just for the passport.
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