El primer piquete: a coastal clinic surprise I still remember the first time I dragged my beagle, Luna, through the sticky Cartagena heat to get
How a Wobbly First Ride Turned Into a Linguistic Lesson I still remember the clang of a loose muffler and the salted breeze the first
When Downpour Meets Dinner—My First Dominican Rain-Check I had been in Santo Domingo barely two weeks when the sky staged a Caribbean opera. Sheets of
From Diapers to Diplomas: My First Encounter with the Subsidio Familiar Last July I was helping my Colombian girlfriend’s sister gather paperwork for her three–year-old,
That Time I Tried to Quit “Iron Paradise” in Medellín A decade of living in Santo Domingo has trained me to see red tape coming
La primera vez que metí la pata… y aprendí Tenía apenas dos semanas de vacaciones en Medellín cuando creí que mi español callejero ya era
From a Birthday on the Malecón to My Ongoing Equipment Quest I still remember the evening I tried to throw my first Dominican-style birthday bash
Opening Scene: The Clock Tower and a Coffee-Fueled Epiphany I was leaning against the warm coral-stone walls near Cartagena’s iconic Torre del Reloj, balancing a
How a Wobbly Ladder Became My Spanish Classroom I still remember the first time I tried to buy a ladder in Santiago. I had just
Arriving Sweaty, Ordering Clumsy: My First “Botellón” Misadventure Ten Julys ago, I had been in Santo Domingo barely long enough to memorize my new address