The day my “bilingual ninja” fell flat Five years ago I translated my English LinkedIn summary word-for-word into Spanish: “Soy un ninja del marketing, bilingüe
I realized just how multilingual emojis can be when I joined a Colombian fintech’s Slack during the pandemic. Day one, I posted a progress update
La mañana que volé desde Santo Domingo a Bogotá con un carry-on lleno de mamajuana bottles, I slammed it onto the overhead bin—and one leaked.
The first time my college buddy Ryan crashed at my Santo Domingo apartment, I forgot one tiny detail: explaining the regla de los mosquitos. At
When “estoy ocupado” killed the invitation—and the friendship My first month in Medellín, a coworker named Laura invited me to her family’s Sunday sancocho. Exhausted
The day a single “compai” opened three doors When I first moved into my pastel-painted apartment building in Santo Domingo, I introduced myself with an
I learned the danger of loose lips one Friday in a Santo Domingo colmado. I’d stopped for a cold Presidente, only to stumble into a
When “¡Qué bella sonrisa!” almost cost me a promotion Two months into a consultancy in Medellín I congratulated my project manager, Daniela, on her presentation.
The linen-shirt fiasco that nearly tanked my pitch My first week consulting in Bogotá, I strutted into a boardroom wearing a crisp white linen guayabera—perfect
I still laugh at the memory of showing up to my first Dominican baby shower with a six-pack of diapers tucked under my arm like