An experienced freelance writer based in Brooklyn, New York, Alexandra seeks out the stories that speak to the best parts of music, travel, relationships, and culture.
I can still summon the taste of my wayward tears blended with sips of Imperial as Maynor and I chain smoked in unison on a porch in Guanacaste, Costa Rica last summer.
I swore Iād keep it together when I said goodbye to Maynor, but when the sign said 20 km to Liberia airport the tears started to fall, first gracefully until the dam burst into his neck at the airport gate.
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