Ten years ago, I was that wide-eyed gringo clutching an overstuffed Oxford Spanish–English dictionary on the Santo Domingo airport curb. Last month,
First encounter with a Dominican halago The sun had barely bullied its way over the rooftops when Doña Mercedes spotted me lugging groceries up three
The day “gracias” collided with “thanks” Two summers ago in Santo Domingo, my four-year-old son Liam sprinted toward an ice-cream cart, shoute
A Coffee, a QR Code, and an Awkward Pause Last December I ducked into Café Gato Tuerto near Parque Duarte, pulled out my phone, and aimed to pay with
I realized my phone was more powerful than my wallet while juggling a coconut paleta, a dripping credit card, and a line of impatient shoppers at a Sa