Cultural

First Beats in Santo Domingo I still remember the first time I chased music down the Malecón in Santo Domingo. Ten years ago I was

When the Shower Becomes a Drizzle Three months after I moved into a pastel-green apartment in Santo Domingo Este, my morning shower performed a magic

From Santo Domingo to Medellín—My Introduction to the “Comedor Ejecutivo” I still remember the first time I traded the Caribbean humidity of Santo Domingo for

I was standing in the air-conditioned hallway of the Colombian consulate in Santo Domingo, clutching a folder so thick it deserved its own frequent-flyer miles.

Roosters at Dawn: How a Last-Minute Cabin Plan Became My Spanish Classroom The first time I tried to book a mountain cabin in Jarabacoa, my

Last Tuesday night, under the soft glow of my apartment’s bombillos ahorradores, I realized my three worlds were colliding. I had invited my Dominican neighbor

A Morning Arrival That Smelled Like Cacao I still remember the humid dawn when I first rolled up to the campesino co-op in San Vicente,

I was halfway through a Sunday mango batida when the realization hit me: the deadline to pay my Impuesto al Patrimonio Inmobiliario—locals just say IPI—was

That First Time I Tried to Register with Sunburned Shoulders I still remember crouching under the bleached palm-leaf awning in Cabarete, board dripping, ankle leash

How a Smudged Thumbprint Sent Me Down a Linguistic Rabbit Hole Two months ago, while renewing my cédula de extranjería at the Registraduría Nacional in