Opening Anecdote: The Night My Ceiling Sweated in the Andes Three months ago, fresh off a red-eye from Santo Domingo, I unlocked my Bogotá sub-lease
Four months ago, after a dawn flight from Santo Domingo to Medellín, I found myself beneath the stained-glass roof of the Biblioteca Pública Piloto clutching
From Popping a Tire to Popping New Words into My Head There’s a moment every long-term expat secretly dreads: the hiss of a tire giving
“Pruébalo, mi hijo.” The vendor’s voice floated over the humid Medellín morning, her hand already slicing a chunk of maracuyá for me. I’d been in
I was sweating under the Santiago sun, my motorcycle helmet dangling from two fingers, when the nurse glanced at my once-pristine vaccination card and declared
How I Almost Ended Up Standing for a Shakespeare Play in Bogotá Ten years of living in Santo Domingo have taught me to dance bachata
The Smell of New Notebooks: My First Feria Escolar I still remember my rookie August in Santo Domingo, when I walked into a feria escolar—the
Marching Into the María Trinidad Sánchez Notary Office: My First Seasonal Clause Surprise I still remember the faint scent of salty air that clung to
A Hill Too High? My First Brush with Colombian Race Bureaucracy I still remember the chill of that Bogotá morning, the kind that seeps under
A Cafeteria Revelation Three springs ago, while munching on a pastelito in the student cafeteria of Universidad Autónoma de Santo Domingo, I overheard two freshmen