Dominican Wedding Dress Rentals: Fitting and Alteration Spanish

La boda donde aprendí que “gastar” no siempre significa “to spend” I still remember the smell of fresh coffee mixed with aerosol hairspray the first time I tagged along with my Dominican friend Lissette to pick up her rented wedding dress in Santiago. Ten years in the country have trained me to keep my ears […]

Dominican Condo Renovation Permits: Municipality Counter Dialogue for the Savvy Expat

A Morning at the Ayuntamiento The sun had barely cleared Santo Domingo’s pastel skyline when I strolled into the Ayuntamiento with a rolled-up blueprint, still smelling of printer ink, tucked beneath my arm. I was convinced everything was in order for my condo renovation—until the security guard cocked an eyebrow and asked whether I had […]

Colombian Microbrewery Tours: Describing Hops, Malts, and IBUs

Una primera cerveza en Medellín No long-haul flight feels shorter than the one that ends with a cold pint. Last February I landed in Medellín, traded my carry-on for a pint glass at Cervecería 20Mission, and heard a paisa bartender ask, “¿De una, parcero, una IPA bien lupulada o más suavecita?” In that moment, all […]

Dominican Eco-Tour Guide Jobs: Interview Questions & Answer Samples

My first brush with Dominican eco-tour guiding happened on a sweaty Tuesday when I was coaxed into interpreting bird calls for a group of German backpackers in Los Haitises National Park. I had been chasing coconut-water shade for hours, secretly rehearsing the word guaraguao—a red-tailed hawk—in case anyone asked. A ranger overheard my mumbling, handed […]

Colombian Seasonal Fruits: Asking Ripeness & Recipe Advice in Spanish

From Santo Domingo to Santa Fe de Antioquia: My First Mangostino Misstep I still remember the sweat rolling down my back the afternoon I landed in Medellín after a quick hop from Santo Domingo. Ten years in the Dominican Republic had taught me how to flirt with a guanábana vendor and when to squeeze an […]

Splitting the Cuenta Like a Local: Mastering Nequi & Daviplata Spanish

My first summer weekend in Medellín, I was feeling pretty slick. Ten years of Caribbean living had trained me to navigate Dominican banks, motoconcho haggling, and the labyrinth that is Santo Domingo rush-hour banter. Yet one little blue icon on my Colombian friend María’s phone humbled me faster than the hottest ají. “¿Me haces un […]