Day: August 24, 2025

First Beats in Santo Domingo I still remember the first time I chased music down

From Santo Domingo to Medellín—My Introduction to the “Comedor Ejecutivo” I still remember the first

When the Shower Becomes a Drizzle Three months after I moved into a pastel-green apartment

I was standing in the air-conditioned hallway of the Colombian consulate in Santo Domingo, clutching

Roosters at Dawn: How a Last-Minute Cabin Plan Became My Spanish Classroom The first time

Last Tuesday night, under the soft glow of my apartment’s bombillos ahorradores, I realized my

I was halfway through a Sunday mango batida when the realization hit me: the deadline

A Morning Arrival That Smelled Like Cacao I still remember the humid dawn when I

That First Time I Tried to Register with Sunburned Shoulders I still remember crouching under

How a Smudged Thumbprint Sent Me Down a Linguistic Rabbit Hole Two months ago, while