From Caribbean Motoconchos to Andean E-Bikes: My First Shock I still remember the first time I swapped the humid streets of Santo Domingo for the
How a Cracked Switch Screen Sparked My Latest Linguistic Side Quest Every expat has at least one language fail story that haunts them at night.
El Día de la Firma: A Personal Anecdote from a Sweaty Conference Room Two years ago, on a humid Santo Domingo afternoon, I sat in
When my buddy Diego proposed to his novia in Santo Domingo, I never imagined I’d spend the next month diving deep into cosmetic vocabulary. Yet
When My Dominican Rhythms Met Colombian Footlights The first time I stepped into a small black-box theater in Medellín, the walls were sweating from the
The Day My Great-Grandfather’s Birth Certificate Made Me Sweat I was halfway through my cafecito when the clerk at the Oficialía del Estado Civil in
Un Despegue Personal: My First Drone Mishap over Santo Domingo It was a sweaty Tuesday in July when my new drone and I took off
How a Wobbly Car-Seat Introduction Taught Me What My Textbook Never Could I still remember the look on the taxi driver’s face the first time
Two Fridays ago, after a dawn flight from Santo Domingo to Medellín, I checked into my usual Airbnb, dumped my backpack, and headed straight for
I still remember the first time I tried to haggle for a celeste-blue taza in Ráquira, the small Andean town that Colombians call the nation’s