How a Dominican Decade Prepared Me for Colombia’s Civil-Registry Circus
There I was, clutching a sweaty ticket that said turno 283 in a Medellín notaría, wondering whether the ceiling fans were actually pushing time back
There I was, clutching a sweaty ticket that said turno 283 in a Medellín notaría, wondering whether the ceiling fans were actually pushing time back
My Unplanned Rain — A Personal Anecdote from Apartment 402 Ten years in the Dominican Republic had already trained me to keep one ear tuned for bach
I was halfway through my first tinto of the morning when the inverter on my recently installed rooftop solar array started flashing red like a Christm
La primera sala de espera: my wake-up call Ten years of life under the Caribbean sun of Santo Domingo can make you cocky about your Spanish. I thought
I still remember the first time I tried to explain to my Dominican butcher that I needed rib-eye steaks for a Fourth of July cookout. My hard-won high