Day: August 21, 2025

When My First “Puente” Caught Me Off Guard I was still that bright-eyed, freshly relocated

Ten years ago, when I first swapped Boston blizzards for Santo Domingo’s sticky afternoons, I

If you had told the 23-year-old version of me—fresh off a winter flight from London

My carry-on still smells faintly of mangú and guandules from the last time I flew

I still remember the first time I stood outside the blue-painted gates of Colegio San

My First Wrong Turn toward Cabarete Ten years ago, freshly arrived from rainy Manchester and

Last September, at precisely 3:07 a.m., my Merengue-soaked dreams were pierced by a bass line

I still remember landing at Las Américas Airport a decade ago. My flip-phone blinked “no

From Botched Buzzcuts to Barber Shop Mastery I still remember the day I landed in

How a Night in Medellín Taught Me More Than Any Classroom I had just landed