Opening Sparks: A Personal Anecdote from Medellín Last December I was sipping a guarapo outside a corner “tienda mixta” in Medellín’s Laureles neighborhood, thinking about
My First “Banca” Bet and the Accidental Lesson When I landed in Santo Domingo a decade ago I thought my intermediate Spanish would float me
That First Saturday Hardware Run The memory is still fresh, though it happened nearly a decade ago. I had just moved into a creaky colonial
The Curtain Chronicles Begin: My Sunlit Wake-Up Call I woke up on a Saturday in Gazcue, bathed in sunlight that my thin, store-bought blinds simply
Una mañana con dolor y el primer paso para hablarlo It was a sticky Santo Domingo dawn when I tried to tie my shoelaces and
The Surprise Motion That Made Me Raise My Hand I was half-asleep on a humid Tuesday evening in Santo Domingo when the building administrator slipped
One Corner Colmado, Two Campaign Posters: My Election Awakening The first time I realized that elections could hijack my carefully curated Spanish Vocabulary was on
Why I Ended Up in a Telco Office on a Rainy Medellín Afternoon The story begins with a downpour, the kind that turns Medellín’s green
La primera vez que casi me meto en líos con el colmadero Tenía apenas tres meses viviendo en Santo Domingo cuando descubrí el superpoder dominicano
Un domingo de despedida y el susto del “bien cuidao” La primera vez que confié a mi perro Macchiato a un pet-sitter dominicano juraba que