Dealing with Power Outages in the DR: Reporting “Apagones” Politely
When the Lights Flicker Off: My First Santo Domingo Blackout I was mid-sentence, explaining to my Dominican landlord why my blender smelled like it wa
When the Lights Flicker Off: My First Santo Domingo Blackout I was mid-sentence, explaining to my Dominican landlord why my blender smelled like it wa
Last September, at precisely 3:07 a.m., my Merengue-soaked dreams were pierced by a bass line so thundering I thought an earthquake had hit Santo Domi
An unexpected match on a humid Tuesday I was two months into life in the Dominican Republic when the dating app pinged. Her profile said she loved bac
If you had told the 23-year-old version of me—fresh off a winter flight from London to Santo Domingo—that a decade later I’d be pedaling through
El día que mi español se midió en créditos universitarios Tenía un calor bogotano pegado a la camiseta y una carpeta bajo el brazo cuando compren