How My First Dominican Paycheck Turned Into a Crash Course in Culture I still remember the sticky Santo Domingo afternoon when I collected my very
The Morning I Failed Inspection and Learned a New Tax Word It was a humid Tuesday in Santo Domingo, one of those mornings when the
Ten years ago, on an August morning that smelled like café de greca and diesel, I walked into the Dirección General de Impuestos Internos (DGII)
An Unexpected Lesson in the Banco Lobby The first time I tried to open a bank account in Santo Domingo I walked in wearing my
El banco me puso a prueba: My first Dominican loan interview I still remember the fluorescent chill of the branch on Avenida Abraham Lincoln, the
Un cafecito, a nervous teller, and my first big “plazo fijo” I still remember the scent of burnt espresso drifting through Banco Nacional’s marble lobby
The Day I Accidentally Claimed to Own a Pharmacy I still remember the cashier at a Santo Domingo farmacia tilting her head when I, after
Un arranque personal: el día en que casi pagué demás por una nevera gigante Ten years in Santo Domingo have taught me that the most
When My Rent Was Due and the Peso Danced Merengue The first time I wired money from Bogotá to Santo Domingo I felt like I
I still remember the sweat rolling down my back in the air-conditioned oficina pública in Santo Domingo. I was twenty-three, clutching a folder full of