Dominican Car Inspection (“Revisión Técnica”): Lines and Lingo
Sweat, Sun, and a Faded Paper: My First Revisión Técnica I still remember the way my T-shirt clung to my back the first time I
August 22, 2025
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Sweat, Sun, and a Faded Paper: My First Revisión Técnica I still remember the way my T-shirt clung to my back the first time I
The Smell of Wet Earth and Roasted Beans The first time I unrolled my mat on a waxed wooden floor in Salento, the morning fog
Un cafecito y un refrán: the day I earned my nickname I was sipping a tiny plastic cup of café colao under a tin roof
El celular que se fue volando: A personal wake-up call Two summers ago I stepped out of a packed chiva in Medellín, thrilled to finally
El Banco y Yo: A Dad Moment in Santo Domingo I still remember the morning my eight-year-old godson, Luisito, tugged my sleeve outside Banco Popular
I still remember the rooster crowing somewhere behind the coconut palms at Playa Encuentro as I jogged toward the registration tent, surfboard under my arm
When My New Dominican Neighbor Knocked—A Tale of Two Countries I was seasoning a pot of sancocho in Santo Domingo when Doña Mercedes, the neighbor
The Scent of My First Feria de las Flores Ten Augusts ago, freshly arrived from Santo Domingo with more optimism than pesos, I stood in
Why My New Laptop Led Me Into the ITBIS Rabbit Hole The first time I tried to reclaim ITBIS—Dominican value-added tax—I had just snagged a
“¡Pero eso no es lo que dice la pantalla, loco!” The cashier at the corner colmado in Santo Domingo laughed as I fumbled with my