This June, hundreds of Canadian families at home and abroad are preparing to resettle during the annual diplomatic rotation season.
The rather grey, and yet allegedly specific, set of rules that govern a life abroad for diplomats indicate that your offspring will not be granted foreign citizenship.
When Andrew Elliott felt the earth move beneath his feet, it wasn’t just because of how great his new duds looked.
Why move to a new place if you’re not looking to engage with a new perspective? It’s the initial groundwork that’s tough, but the payoff can be that much better.
Canada Border Services agents couldn’t care less when they see a diplomatic passport, and this antipathy to the issuing of one’s credentials should warm the hearts of every Canadian.
There isn’t a better metaphor than Kenny Rogers’ 1978 hit for knowing when to celebrate our country’s birthday and show a little bit of soft power abroad.
Diplomatic licence plates don’t confer immunity from prosecution, nor do they magically give you the ability to drive like a local.
Over the last eight months, I have been on a journey of self-discovery as the accompanying spouse to a Canadian diplomat on posting.