The Day My Phone Met the Bogotá Pavement I had been in Bogotá for less than forty-eight hours when my phone pulled a kamikaze dive
Por James — a Brit abroad who has spent a decade getting sunburned, sipping chinola juice, and hunting down stray limes for Sunday sancocho. That
Last August, while the midday sun melted ice in my morir soñando, I watched a Canadian newbie attempt to rent a kite in Cabarete. He
How a Runaway Monkey Receipt Changed My Week in Leticia I was sipping a lukewarm tinto on the malecón in Leticia, that steamy border town
Guayabas, Gargantas Rasposas y Mi Bautizo Botánico Una mañana picante I still remember the first time I walked into a Colombian yerbatería. I had flown
“¿Se fue la luz otra vez?” Those were the first words out of my mouth the night I arrived at a mountain eco-cabin above Jarabacoa,
When I first lugged my battered duffle up the windy staircase of “Altitud 1,200”—the only high-altitude gym in Jarabacoa—the trainer cocked his head and shouted,
From Santo Domingo Rooftops to Andean Valleys: An Accidental Foodie I was leaning over the balcony of my apartment in Santo Domingo one humid Thursday
From Burnt Brownies to Bacalao: My First Potluck Misstep Ten years ago, fresh off the plane and drunk on the thrill of island life, I
A Blooming Morning in Laureles—How Flowers Led Me to Sharper Spanish I used to believe I had Dominican street-Spanish down pat after a decade of