The RSVP panic that launched my crash course Last spring my Dominican neighbor, Doña Carmen, tapped on my gate and handed me an envelope covered
The day my niece became “la gringa que se coló” My eight-year-old niece Olivia visited me in Santo Domingo last summer. Within minutes of arriving
The Friday-night signature that cost me a client A few years back, I dashed off a proposal to a potential partner in Bogotá. Feeling casual,
The payroll panic that sent me to the notary My first full-time contract in Santo Domingo looked straightforward until the HR manager slid a second
When the spotlight shifted from slides to grilling My first seed-round pitch in Bogotá started strong: slick deck, confident Spanish, nodding VCs. Then came the
The pitch that almost fell flat in Santo Domingo Three years ago I booked a Monday-morning slot with a Dominican angel network to pitch an
The payslip that sparked a mutiny My first month managing a remote dev team in Bogotá, I hit “send” on everyone’s PDF recibos de nómina
The day my pun died in Bogotá I walked into our WeWork kitchen, spotted the Colombian backend devs debating coffee strength, and quipped in English,
I still remember the first “fifteen-minute” stand-up I hosted in Medellín. Half the developers were paisas who spoke rapid-fire Spanish sprinkled with “parce” and “bacano.”
The tweet that hijacked my Tuesday Last November I was sipping cafecito in Santo Domingo when my phone started buzzing like a maraca. A delivery