The Night a Spanish Backpacker Blew Up My Pronouns It was karaoke Wednesday in Santo Domingo, and my Colombian friend Marisol and I were cozying
The Week My Fluency Flat-Lined on Both Sides of the Caribbean Six years into Dominican life I assumed the hardest part was over. I could
The first time I tried to drop a historic date into conversation I was standing on the breezy ramparts of Santo Domingo’s Fortaleza Ozama. A
The Night the Motoconcho Driver Became My Mirror One humid evening in Santo Domingo, I hopped on a motoconcho after a long day of remote
When I first landed a consulting gig in Medellín, my Dominican-honed confidence took a brutal hit. During a kickoff meeting I tried to say, “I’ll
A Wake-Up Call in a Dominican Barber Chair Three months ago, in Santo Domingo’s barrio Gazcue, I plopped into my barber’s squeaky chair and boasted,
The Café Conundrum That Sparked This Debate It was a sticky Saturday afternoon in Santo Domingo, and I had just finished a three-hour “weekend intensive”
The Notebook That Looked Like Spaghetti Two years into my Dominican life, I opened my battered cuaderno and saw chaos: verbs circled in red, finance
Caribbean nights in Santo Domingo often end around a plastic domino table. One muggy Friday my friends dealt tiles while I spread my Spanish workbook
Multisensory routines—where you look, listen, and move at the same time—supercharge retention because each sense lays its own neural track to the same idea. Studies