Dominican Public-Bus Etiquette: Requesting Stops & Seat Courtesy
Last Tuesday, squeezed between a grandmother fanning herself with a lottery ticket and a university kid bobbing his head to dembow, I missed my stop i
Last Tuesday, squeezed between a grandmother fanning herself with a lottery ticket and a university kid bobbing his head to dembow, I missed my stop i
A Fever, a Fan, and the First Form: My Baptism by Waiting Room I was twenty-four, new to Santo Domingo, and sweating more than usual. The ceiling fan
Clay Under Caribbean Fingernails I still remember the first time a lump of Dominican barro rojo squished between my palms. I had drifted into a tiny w
Un preludio caribeño: My first lesson mix-up Back in 2014, I thought my Spanish was tight enough to handle anything Santo Domingo could throw at me.
Cuando la fiebre te tumba en un domingo de playa I was waist-deep in the teal water of Playa Cosón, Samana, when my friend Andrés jokingly called me