A Brush with Color: My First Bogotá Graffiti Tour I still remember the Sunday I swapped the turquoise beaches of the Dominican Republic for the
Warm suns rise early in February, but the year I first went to Carnival in La Vega, the heat felt different—spiced. Ten years ago I
A clunk, a flicker, and no card: my Tuesday in Santo Domingo I had just finished a sunrise jog on the Malecón, feeling smug after
When Code Meets Cafecito: My First Bogotá Pitch Night Ten years of island life in Santo Domingo had taught me that business deals can hatch
Ten years ago I walked into my first apartment in Santo Domingo with sand still stuck between my toes from Boca Chica. I had exactly
Ten years ago, fresh off a one-way flight from Milwaukee and dizzy with beach-town humidity, I signed a lease on a Santo Domingo walk-up that
A Sky That Surprises Even the Seasoned Expat I was sipping a tinto outside a small café in Laureles when the waitress glanced upward, muttered
From Mangú to Mojarra: My First Day in a Cartagena Kitchen The first thing that hit me when I walked into Chef Aurora’s open-air cooking
The Day I Lost the Sun and Found New Words I still remember the moment the Caribbean light disappeared behind a curtain of vines at
That One Time My Beagle Betrayed My Accent Why a slobbery tennis ball became my Spanish teacher Ten years in the Dominican Republic have ironed