A Drippy Situation in Barranquilla The first time my Dominican apartment sprang a leak, I thought ten years of island life had prepared me for
From City Noise to Chlorophyll: The Day I Almost Watered My Neighbor’s Phone The first time I volunteered at the community garden in Los Restauradores,
The Morning I Forgot the Juice Box Chaos in Bogotá It started with my five-year-old pointing at his Spider-Man lunch bag and squealing, “¡Papi, el
From Santo Domingo Sunshine to Bogotá Bling One humid Thursday in Santo Domingo I swore I’d mastered the art of bargaining. After all, ten years
The First Scent of Frying Dough: My Baptism by Grease and Guayaba I still remember the moment Route 3 spat me out onto the malecón
El Primer Aviso: The Envelope That Changed My Thursday Last May, while I was sipping a café con leche on my balcony in Santo Domingo,
I still remember the first time I wheeled my battered mountain bike onto the glossy tiles of Bogotá’s El Dorado airport. Ten years of life
That Morning I Almost Missed the Starting Horn I had been living in Santo Domingo for nearly a decade, long enough to know that a
My First Attempt to Reserve a Reformer in Medellín Ten years of Caribbean sun have taught me to bargain for bananas in the Colmado and
The Day I Signed My Life Away in the Rain Forest I had been living in Santiago for nearly a decade when a visiting college