Festival Spanish: Surviving “Las Fallas,” “Carnaval,” and the Never-Ending Beat of Latin Fire
I was halfway through a foam-splattered conga line in Santiago de los Caballeros when the
I was halfway through a foam-splattered conga line in Santiago de los Caballeros when the
The Morning It All Started Late I should have known the day would unravel the
I was sipping an icy Presidente one blistering Tuesday in El Seibo when the waiter
I was two years into my life in Santo Domingo before I had my first
Mango’s sock crisis and my crash course in veterinary Spanish I found Mango on a
First encounter with a Dominican halago The sun had barely bullied its way over the
Where my Spanish truly turned pro I had lived in the Dominican Republic for six
The night a toast stitched me into a new family My first Dominican wedding unfolded
An unexpected match on a humid Tuesday I was two months into life in the
The first time I tried to sprinkle an idiom into Spanish conversation, I misfired so