By James, your roving Anglo-Caribe word nerd who thinks of bifocals as a rite of passage, not a mid-life crisis. The Morning I Misread a
El abanico que murió en la nevera: The day my fridge fan gave up in Bogotá The moment the refrigerator in my Bogotá Airbnb began
From Santo Domingo to the Sierra Nevada: My First “¿Qué tan duro es?” Moment Ten years of calling the Dominican Republic home have gifted me
I still remember the first time I tried to explain to my Dominican butcher that I needed rib-eye steaks for a Fourth of July cookout.
When I first tried to buy a laptop in Bogotá, I walked into a bright electronics megastore certain that my decade of Caribbean living had
That Time My Couch Arrived on a Motorcycle I still remember the moment a diminutive Suzuki pulled up to my apartment in Santo Domingo, balancing
Back in 2014, freshly disoriented after hopping off a Santiago-bound Caribe Tours bus in Santo Domingo, I discovered that reading street signs only gets you
Why a Blinking Meter Changed My Spanish The summer I first rented a one-bedroom in Santo Domingo’s Zona Colonial, the ceiling fan became my life-support
When the Tap Runs Dry: A Coconut, a Cistern, and an Unplanned Lesson I was cracking open a coconut on my rooftop in Cali, feeling
I still remember the first time I confused a Dominican cashier by asking if their “pollo broaster” came with yucca fries. Her raised eyebrow said