Un cordón suelto: the mishap that started my obsession I was two rumba-fueled hours into a Friday night at Cali Swing Latino when I learned
When the Clouds Rolled In—and I Couldn’t Roll Down the Shutters Last August, while a capricious tropical wave turned the usually placid waters off Puerto
El día que mi español se midió en créditos universitarios Tenía un calor bogotano pegado a la camiseta y una carpeta bajo el brazo cuando
El choque que casi arruinó mis vacaciones I was two hours outside Medellín, windows down, vallenato humming on the radio, when a delivery moto tried
La primera ola que me enseñó español Ten years ago, I paddled out in Playa Encuentro with a borrowed board, a melted bar of tropical
When Paint Meets Paleta de Colores: My First Hunt for Lienzo in Bogotá I still remember landing in Bogotá with a carry-on full of sunscreen
The Morning I Ordered Queso de Hoja Like a Local I still remember the beads of sweat that formed on my neck the first time
Last July, while the Caribbean sun roasted my adopted home of Santo Domingo, I booked a budget flight to Bogotá for one simple reason: I
From Gringo Buzzcut to Caribbean Fade: My First Chair on the Sidewalk Ten years ago, freshly arrived from Portland with an embarrassingly crooked self-administered buzzcut,
Un cafecito que cambió mi diciembre Ten years in the Dominican Republic have trained my ears to the rapid-fire rhythm of merengue and the equally