“¡Pero eso no es lo que dice la pantalla, loco!” The cashier at the corner colmado in Santo Domingo laughed as I fumbled with my
My WhatsApp vibrated at 7:42 p.m. on a muggy Thursday in Santo Domingo. Laura—my first serious Dominican date—had just sent a single 🥵. Back in
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I still remember the first time I tried to rent a kayak on the shimmering embalse of Guatapé. A decade of island living in the
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The Morning I Failed the Eye Test in Medellín I had been driving the curvy mountain roads outside of Medellín for years, confident in my
I still remember the first time I swaggered into Puerto Plata’s seafront market convinced my high-school Spanish would buy me the fattest dorado on the
Un lunes nublado en Medellín Last month I found myself pacing outside Colegio Arco Íris, a cheery building painted in primary colors just south of
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