Dominican Jazz-Club Nights: Reserving Tables & Drink Minimums
How a Missed Trumpet Solo Taught Me More Than a Year of Textbooks I still remember the night I misjudged the queue outside Santo Domingo’s
August 24, 2025
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How a Missed Trumpet Solo Taught Me More Than a Year of Textbooks I still remember the night I misjudged the queue outside Santo Domingo’s
Un sábado soleado en el Malecón: mi primera “Paseo de la Salud” La brisa salada del Caribe me acariciaba la cara mientras caminaba por el
When the Wi-Fi Goes Dark in Paradise Last Tuesday at 8:37 p.m., right as I was streaming an old MLB game to feel closer to
How a Wobbly Booster Seat Made Me Re-learn Spanish at 10,000 RPM Last July I flew from Santo Domingo to Medellín with my two-year-old, Mateo,
The Knock at Dawn: How a False Alarm Became My Real Classroom Two Tuesdays ago, at the unforgiving hour of 6:17 a.m., a delivery guy
Back when I first landed in Santo Domingo a decade ago, I thought my Spanish was decent enough—until a dry-cleaner wrote “pliegues de sudor” on
From Lost Fins to Fluent Forms: My First Brush with Dive-Shop Bureaucracy I still remember the salty sting of embarrassment more vividly than the taste
From Rookie to Regular: My First Shellfish Fumble on Avenida España Ten years ago, fresh off the plane from Boston and still confusing “concha” with
I was halfway through my first tinto of the morning when the inverter on my recently installed rooftop solar array started flashing red like a
From a Coconut Stand in Santo Domingo to a Kennel in Medellín I still had sand between my toes when I walked into La Huella