Once upon a time I dreamed about working in a tall office building.
That was before I started learning Spanish.
I worked towards a tall-office-building-job that I thought I’d like because it would be creative. But after spending four years studying interior design and one year in an architecture firm, all I could think about was how to use my Spanish minor.
I moved to the Dominican Republic to be a teacher. I spent the best and most challenging two years of my life falling in love with Latin culture, life abroad, and helping English language learners. And I rediscovered the need to write.
I somehow tore myself away to see Europe. So here I am, a gringa* in Spain, avoiding American cubicles by teaching Spaniards English and writing about it.
*Even though being in Spain makes me a guiri instead of a gringa, I’ve decided to stick to my roots as an expat in Latin America. Lo siento, españa.
