A humid night in Santo Domingo, I sat nursing a presidente beer with a porteño traveler named Martín. We were swapping Dominican and Colombian dicho
When the Shower Becomes a Drizzle Three months after I moved into a pastel-green apartment in Santo Domingo Este, my morning shower performed a magic
Una mañana con dolor y el primer paso para hablarlo It was a sticky Santo Domingo dawn when I tried to tie my shoelaces and felt a lightning-bolt spa
I still laugh when I remember my first attempt at serious small talk with a Dominican lawyer in Bávaro. I had rehearsed what I thought was pristine S
El primer piquete: a coastal clinic surprise I still remember the first time I dragged my beagle, Luna, through the sticky Cartagena heat to get her r