The Dominican Republic’s north coast has taught me many lessons—how to dodge moto‑taxis, how to predict rain by the smell of seaweed—yet the most delicious
Opening Thoughts: The Universal Architecture of Bureaucracy Every immigration office, whether perched in a colonial building overlooking the Caribbean or tucked inside a glass tower
Diary notes from a extranjero‑turned‑vecino who swapped NYC neon for Puerto Plata sunsets and now battles EdeNorte kilowatts and Coraasan cubic meters like a pro.
Why “No” Is Tricky in the Spanish‑Speaking World In many Spanish‑speaking cultures—Spain, Mexico, Colombia, the Dominican Republic, you name it—communication leans indirect when it comes
Why This Guide? (And Why the D.R. Is Different) If you’ve shopped for groceries in Madrid, Mexico City, or Miami, you already know Spanish isn’t
I can still picture my first Monday morning in Santo Domingo. A sluggish ceiling fan thumped overhead while I argued with myself about quiero, quería,
Day 0 · 23:45 – Wheels Down and Wide‑Eyed The tires kiss the humid tarmac outside Santo Domingo—Las Américas if we’re being exact—and that familiar cocktail of jet‑lag haze and