Medellín Rain Forecasts: Discussing “Palo de Agua” Storms
A Sky That Surprises Even the Seasoned Expat I was sipping a tinto outside a small café in Laureles when the waitress glanced upward, muttered “Vie
A Sky That Surprises Even the Seasoned Expat I was sipping a tinto outside a small café in Laureles when the waitress glanced upward, muttered “Vie
From Motoconchos to Metrocables: My First Ride Ten years of dodging Santo Domingo’s motoconchos trained me to keep my elbows in and my nerves steady
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 bar
The Scent of My First Feria de las Flores Ten Augusts ago, freshly arrived from Santo Domingo with more optimism than pesos, I stood in Medellín’s
Last Tuesday night, under the soft glow of my apartment’s bombillos ahorradores, I realized my three worlds were colliding. I had invited my Dominic