Navigating Vosotros and Ustedes: A Two-Continent Adventure in Second-Person Plural
The Night a Spanish Backpacker Blew Up My Pronouns It was karaoke Wednesday in Santo
The Night a Spanish Backpacker Blew Up My Pronouns It was karaoke Wednesday in Santo
The Week My Fluency Flat-Lined on Both Sides of the Caribbean Six years into Dominican
The first time I tried to drop a historic date into conversation I was standing
The Night the Motoconcho Driver Became My Mirror One humid evening in Santo Domingo, I
When I first landed a consulting gig in Medellín, my Dominican-honed confidence took a brutal
A Wake-Up Call in a Dominican Barber Chair Three months ago, in Santo Domingo’s barrio
The Café Conundrum That Sparked This Debate It was a sticky Saturday afternoon in Santo
The Notebook That Looked Like Spaghetti Two years into my Dominican life, I opened my
Caribbean nights in Santo Domingo often end around a plastic domino table. One muggy Friday
Multisensory routines—where you look, listen, and move at the same time—supercharge retention because each sense