How My First Dominican Paycheck Turned Into a Crash Course in Culture I still remember
Ten years ago, on an August morning that smelled like café de greca and diesel,
The Morning I Failed Inspection and Learned a New Tax Word It was a humid
El banco me puso a prueba: My first Dominican loan interview I still remember the
An Unexpected Lesson in the Banco Lobby The first time I tried to open a
The Day I Accidentally Claimed to Own a Pharmacy I still remember the cashier at
Un cafecito, a nervous teller, and my first big “plazo fijo” I still remember the
When My Rent Was Due and the Peso Danced Merengue The first time I wired
Un arranque personal: el día en que casi pagué demás por una nevera gigante Ten
I still remember the sweat rolling down my back in the air-conditioned oficina pública in
