My Unplanned Rain — A Personal Anecdote from Apartment 402 Ten years in the Dominican Republic had already trained me to keep one ear tuned
I still remember the first time I sidestepped a rag-tag pile of vinyl records in Bogotá’s Sunday flea market, only to lock eyes with a
A Canvas, a Café, and a Confusion of Colors Last month I flew from Santo Domingo to Medellín with the innocent goal of sipping good
How a Remote Shaped My Spanish I still remember the first rainy Tuesday after I’d moved to Santiago de los Caballeros. Power flickered, roosters crowed
There’s a magic hour in Las Terrenas when the horizon still looks half-asleep, yet the beach hums with men untangling nets, women balancing thermoses of
El Tinaco That Almost Ruined My Coffee Morning Surprise I was halfway through my first sip of café con leche when the tap coughed out
I remember the first time a Colombian dentist tilted me back under that blinding lamp in Medellín. Ten years of living in the Dominican Republic
Una Mañana Entre Cerezos Rojos: How I Learned to Shout “¡Ojo!” Before Anything Else The first time I volunteered on a Dominican coffee finca, I
The Pelican, the Coffee, and My First “Caña” On my second year living in the Dominican Republic, a pelican stole the bread from my breakfast
I’ll never forget the first time I realized the phrase “la venganza de Moctezuma” isn’t only Mexican. I was in Medellín on what was supposed