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Punta Cana with nothing packed

My first trip of 2018 was one for the books… or one for my favorite book – my passport. I got a new stamp thanks to a huge storm in Philadelphia that was causing a declared “state of emergency” in the city.

I received a call at 8am and had two hours to get to the airport. I was supposed to head to Punta Cana & come right back… but after a long delay, a busy flight down, and a cancelled return, we got “stuck” spending the night at an all-inclusive resort. Because of the short notice (and the fact that I was not supposed to layover), I didn’t pack much. On my way out the door, I grabbed some joggers, my favorite Selena T-shirt, and my bikini “just in case.”

I had never seen the Dominican Republic, other than from an airplane window before. So, of course I had to make the most of my short time there.

I’ve mentioned my friend, K, in a previous post about fun times in San Juan, and as you remember, we love to defrost on a beach when winter comes. Between all the food, the perfect weather and clear water calling our names, we spent our layover thanking the Universe.

Sometimes storms work in your favor… and when they do, don’t worry about if you’re packed for it, just count your blessings & float away.

Thanks for stopping by… I’m going to go wash the sand off.

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Cuba – Day 3: Old Havana (Photoshoot)

Cat was the perfect partner in crime. She was ready to have a full day dedicated to a photo shoot. 

After primping, we treated ourselves to a mojito (and the spectacular view from the grand garden) at Hotel Nacional, where we paid for wifi and checked in for our flight the next day.  As I mentioned before, the wifi was very unreliable & it was easy to to “disconnect” after checking in.  Besides, living in the moment is preferred in Cuba.

 



Once again, we booked Narki for the day & we headed to La Habana Vieja for some glamour shots. 








Sweaty and all, we wobbled through the cobble stone streets of La Habana Vieja in our stiletto heels, dresses, and full hair & make up.  We took turns shooting each other & soon, Narki, himself, became our official photographer, directing us & shooting on our phones. 

Walking down the streets in our fancy outfits & making heads turn, made us feel like superstars! At one point, I remember Cat saying, “These people wish they were living our photoshoot… or nah?!” Lol it was cute. 


 Not cocky, but confidently, we walked through the streets, spinning, laughing, dancing, holding hands, & interacting with the locals by waiving, blowing kisses, talking, posing & stopping to buy gifts.  














Later, we asked Narki to take us to the best place to watch the Sun set… he did not disappoint! 

At El Morro, we got the best view of our entire visit! We caught the sunset & snapped some great shots… we told Narki, that of our entire trip, this was his winning suggestion. 



I hope you enjoyed these photos… & I hope to see you in Cuba… soon! 

*Here are a few tips for visiting Cuba: 

1. Don’t be afraid. After experiencing this beautiful country, I must say, they seem very happy, welcoming & well balanced. Tourism is alive & well there. U.S. citizens are the only newbies. 

2.  U.S. tourist travel to Cuba remains prohibited. You must obtain a license from the Department of Treasury or your travel must fall into one of 12 categories of authorized travel listed here.

3.  Book your place through Airbnb. Hotels can be pricey in Cuba. Get the experience of living like a local, surrounded by locals! Click here to book where we stayed. 

4.  U.S. CARDS WILL NOT WORK THERE! Take enough cash to cover your entire stay. In fact, whatever you think you will spend, take $100-$200 “emergency cash” more than that. Trust me! *The Cuban government requires that travelers declare cash amounts over 5,000 USD. 

4.  The Government of Cuba charges a 10% fee for all U.S. dollar cash conversions.  This does not apply to electronic transactions or other currencies.  *We used Euros that we had from our travels to exchange there.  

5. Take lots of hand sanitizer! Other than the bar form, soap is hard to find.

6. Be ready to be “disconnected.” Finding wifi is like finding a unicorn in Cuba. Enjoy the people around you & live in the moment! 

7. Have fun!!! Enjoy every minute of it! 

*Contact Narki (our taxi driver & photographer) by email: nankis@nauta.cu

*Cover photo/ Feature photo edited by Gustavo Gonzalez

Cuba – Day 2: Varadero

After spending the day with our (now) trusted driver, Narki, we were ready for a beach day! It was Cat’s birthday & we wanted to chill on the sexy sands of Varadero, that people described as “divina” and  “incomparable.”  We started our 2 1/2 journey (1954 Chevys don’t speed down the highway) around 10:30am. Along the way, we stopped for breakfast & a few roadies (beers). We treated our driver to breakfast & beer too, of course.  

We thought we’d sleep the entire drive, after our night out, but the scenery was so captivating, that our feasting eyes would not rest. Between the little towns, the jungles, the canyons, the water, & the salsa music Narki was playing, we couldn’t dare sleep & miss out! 

When we finally got to Varadero… I mean, wow! It was the clearest, prettiest water I’ve ever seen in my entire life! 


We picked a spot on the (very open) beach & Naki posted up in the shade. We ordered a bucket of beer & dove into the warm, clear, tranquil water. I couldn’t believe that, even when I was up to my neck in water,  I could watch my toes wiggle! 


The water was perfect for floating and I did a lot of that until about 10 o’clock at night! Amazed by the clarity, I just couldn’t pull myself away… 

We met a group of crazy Canadian girls & a sexy latina who lives in Sweden. We drank, we danced, we sun-bathed, we lived in the moment! 



*Note: US cell phone carriers do not function in Cuba & finding wifi is like finding a unicorn. It’s the perfect place to disconnect from your phone & to connect with life as it comes & the people around you. 

**By the way, Happy birthday, Cat. Here are some shots I took of you that capture you in all your (natural) glory. 




Thank you for letting me spend your birthday with you! 

Havana, Cuba – Day 1 

So… Cuba! Here’s the scoop… I had zero sleep the night leading up to my Cuban vacation. My flight departed at 5am and when I fly that early, I simply cannot sleep. 

We landed in Havana & went straight to our Airbnb. The drive there was so stimulating.  Havana really does feel like time has stopped.. with all the vibrant colors & scenery & Chevys from the 1950’s, it’s hard not to be swept up in the romance! 




Don Reina (our host’s neighbor) greeted us when we pulled up. He showed us around the house & made us a Cuban coffee.  

We got dressed & asked him to show us a good local spot for some food. He took us to an Anthony Bourdain (who is my idol & soulmate) favorite, Paladar Los Amigos.  Later, we would come to find that it’s pretty normal to be sent to restaurants in Cuba. It seemed impossible (in our few days) to find hole-in-the-wall, local joints.  

We bought Reina a beer & talked about our game plan. When he heard that we needed transportation, he walked outside & came back with Narki, a local taxi driver. We were going to tour the city of Havana after dinner. 

We said goodbye to Don Reina & hit the road with Narki, in his pink & silver 1954 Chevy. *Swoon*

We stopped at Plaza de la Revolución, a popular street/square where tons of taxi drivers (with beautifully kept) vintage cars meet; a total (wonderful) tourist trap. In the background, you find two tall buildings, one with a famous image of Che Guevara on it.  


And, the drivers… let me tell you… they are not shy! Flirting with Catalina & Me, they asked us if we’d like photos with their cars… ummmm, yes! 


You see, something you might not know about me:  

I grew up with a dad who owned a car shop that customized lowriders. The guy lived for candy paint jobs, “hitting the hydros,” and speakers that vibrated your seat & the floor under your feet. 

I remember when I was in elementary, “pap” would pick me up from school in a different ride almost everyday. Being in third grade, I was embarrassed when the boys in my class would follow me out just to see which car he’d roll up in… but, now, I realize how effing cool that really was… 

Anyway! Being in that square, with all those cars, and those men giving us all that attention, (but not pushing the line of full-on creep-mode) made me feel beautiful & adored.  It was a different feeling than walking the streets alone in the U.S. & being cat-called.

I decided that if I ever get my heart broken (again), or ever feel insecure,  I’m going back to Cuba to boost my confidence! Those men know how to flatter you, without making your skin crawl.  I felt like a total rockstar in their presence.  


We had a full-on photo shoot & continued on our tour of Cuba. I can’t possibly describe the forest that we went to (where remnants of burned chicken skulls & evidence of Santeria were scattered everywhere, and the trees appeared to be weeping) nor can I describe the neighborhoods, the uniforms of the city officials (females in short, tight skirts & high-heeled shoes), nor the vibrant colors of the convertible, classic cars & buildings… (partly because I lost over 200 photos from this day… but, hey… let your imagination run wild)! 

The day was filled with over-stimulation of all of our senses – as anybody in a new environment might feel, see, smell, feel, experience, etc.  

It was a lot. It was amazing. It was beautiful! 

Sisters in Paris 

As I mentioned in my Amsterdam post, I got to enjoy a little vacation with my sisters in Paris this time, last year.  It was their first time in the city and we had a long list of things to do. 

We started our trip with a train ride from Amsterdam.  After hopping on the wrong train & transferring, we accidentally ended up in first class.  It was amazing! 

Our hotel in Paris was right near the Eiffel Tower, & we could peak at it from our window.  My sister & I made sure to walk over to the tower as soon as we checked in.  We took lots of photos. 

   
    
   

The next two days were filled with activities.  We visited The Louver and checked out the Mona Lisa, we stopped by the Eiffel Tower more than once, we ate delicious food, drank lots of wine & wandered the romantic streets of the city. 

  
One of my favorite events was when we took the train to Versailles to see The Palace.  Here’s what the royal estate looked like…  

  
  
  

   

The bedrooms, the carpets, the lighting fixtures, the drapes… everything was so beautiful!

 
  
 

I stopped to touch up my makeup in one of the royal mirrors, as I imagined being a princess, just hanging out at home.


 

Speaking of mirrors… here’s a shot in the famous Hall of Mirrors. You might recognize it from Rihanna’s Dior commercial!

  
  

  
 

Once again, pretending to be a princess…

 
  
  

My blogger bestie and her husband also joined us on the trip.  You saw them in my Amsterdam post, as well.  We met for drinks & bites at the highest view point in Paris.  Here’s a shot of our gorgeous view, from HautePinkPretty.com.  

 

It was a magical moment to share with the girl I once worked with at a bank.  We always dreamed of traveling & talked about following our passions.  Now, here we were, toasting in France! 
I also had the pleasure of taking my sisters to the famous Ladurée, for macaroons and tea.  It was an early birthday present to my big sis.  It filled me with joy to celebrate with her in such a beautiful city. 

  

In a couple of days, my sisters and brother-in-law are joining me for my 2016 vacation… In Colombia! Stay tuned for the post.  I promise to not make you wait a whole year for it. 

My First Burn 

My last post was about my days leading up to Burning Man.  Even though I can’t possibly sum everything up in words, here’s my attempt at sharing some of my experience with you… 

Day 1 for me, is all about “adjusting.”  I really had no idea what to expect.  I’m still warming up to my RV mates when I meet the rest of the people in our camp. I’m feeling utterly unprepared. I don’t have a bike & that’s the main source of transportation around the 7 mile radius known as “Playa.” 
When some of the female campers want to go explore, I feel left out. Should I just walk? There’s no way I’ll ever keep up. 

One of our campers offers me his bike & I scurry after the girls to catch up. They’re all friends or know each other in some way and although it’s their first burn, they seem to know how to navigate around the clock-like area. I’m once again, reminded of how unprepared I really am. 

We make a stop for lunch. This is when I get to experience the “no cash transactions” policy for the first time. I have gifts to trade, but I don’t even have to use them here. It’s Chipotle, it’s free and it’s delicious! The camp serving the food is also offering signature cocktails. This is when I learn that you’re supposed to bring your own cup (*insert forehead slap). So unprepared.  

Luckily, I have a water with me. I chug the remains & use the bottle for booze at our future stops. We make our way around to different camps & stop frequently to admire some of the art pieces. I’m amazed.  

  
   

  

   
  
We head back to camp shortly after getting word that our friends, A&M have arrived. Maybe I’ll feel a little more at ease now that I have some familiar faces around.  

   
 
 
    
 We congregate with the entire group & have a camp meeting. Our camp leaders, (I guess you would call them) are some major veterans to the event. They have a lot of experience in Black Rock City.  They named our camp Anam Cara – soul friend. It’s their intention that everyone in our camp meet theirs during our time here. 

   
 The night comes quickly & a group of us head out to explore Playa at night. Only, I’m not really in the mood to party. I’m still feeling out of place, unprepared & unwelcome. Against my better judgement, I go out anyway. 

My perception takes total control after my group heads into a dance tent. The music is so loud & everyone is so excited to dance, but I can’t hold my tears back. I’m bawling & I just want my friend to walk me back to the RV so I can sleep it off and they can enjoy themselves without me. 

I’m pretty sure I’m going home in the morning. Maybe this place isn’t for me.  

Sure, It seems like fun to “go back to basics,” to experience life off the grid, and to have to use your limited resources wisely… but to be honest, I’ve experienced that kind of living. For certain years of my childhood, I remember times when my (then) single mother couldn’t pay all the bills. I know what it feels like to be walking through the house at night & the lights being shut off. I remember our house phone being disconnected by the phone company.  I already know what all that feels like. Why on Earth would I actually pay money to live like what I’ve worked so hard to get away from?  I don’t know, but I gotta go. For now, though, I’ll just cry myself to sleep.  

Day 2 is a little better. I wake up to my concerned friends asking if I’m staying.  After having a whole night to think about it, I realize that my camp mates are right:  I’m just out of my comfort zone. At first, when they suggested it, I thought, You don’t know anything about me or my comfort zone.  I live my life testing comfort zones.  I’m always in a different city, with different people and… And then, I realized, the constant change of scenery & people had become my comfort zone.  Taxis, subways, trains and planes have all become so normal to me.  I’m usually only in one place or around certain faces for a day or two.  It’s  easy to “smile through it” for a day.  But, I was here for five days, living intimately with my RV mates, with no social media escape & no Über to call to get me out of it.  It doesn’t take much time to think about my response.  I’m staying! 

I spend the day as part of a group, from morning to night. I’m still not fully familiar with the city and I want to be with my friends.  

     

      

  

photo by April Dydasco

 
It ends up being a day (& night) of dancing, partying & lots of drinking.

     
    
 I’m enjoying myself, but  I’m starting to think that it’s not quite the experience I came here for. Maybe I’ll try a different approach tomorrow… 

 

One of my favorite memories of the day: Having drinks at Scar Bar. To order a drink here, you had to show a scar & tell the story behind it. It was such a beautiful way to connect with one another.

  

photo by April Dydasco

 

Day 3 is the day I explore alone. I’ve looked over the booklet that I received upon arrival. It lists different events being held at certain camps. I’m interested in few workshops.  

I’ve heard that there are community bikes roaming about. You’re free to pick one up & use it as you please, when you actually spot one. I’m starting on foot and I hope to find one. 

I decide that I want to try something new today, and when I stumble upon a community steam bath, I know it’s time to let my inhibitions go. Even though I’m staying in an RV, water consumption is something you need to be aware of. Since showers are a luxury, I undress & climb into the igloo-like structure. There’s a lot of steam, and it’s hot like a sauna. There are a few spray bottles & lots of naked men. It’s definitely a new experience for me to carry on a casual conversation with perfect strangers, while bathing, but it’s also very liberating.     

This is a similar (miniature) version of the steam bath structure.

Now that I’m clean, I head to a couple workshops that touch on self development, self discovery & self empowerment. As I’ve mentioned before, I attended the Lamdmark Forum in 2013, and have enjoyed this type of work ever since. 

I continue my day with a personal coaching session, and a hot dog lunch accompanied by a tarot card reading – something I’ve always wanted to do! I’m noticing that I love daytime here so much more.  I’m what you would call a “day burner.” 

  
I stumble upon one of those community bikes & take myself around center camp. It’s a beautiful, huge tent where art is displayed, acts are on stage, and people are practicing acroyoga. It’s amazing to see.  

On my way back to camp, I get caught in the biggest dust storm I’ve witnessed my entire time here. Everything is consumed with dirt and the tiny particles hurt as they whip against my skin. 

 I don’t let the storm bother me. Even though it’s difficult to breathe and hard to see, I’m actually taking in all the beauty and strength of Mother Nature. 

There are times that I have to stop, because I can’t  bike through the white-out, but the journey back to camp is such  an adventure! 

This photo was a gift from a camp I passed during my solo bike ride, during the dust storm.

   
I decide that I’m continuing on with my solo mission tonight. I take the bike out & hit a couple of bars. One of my favorites is Spanky’s Wine Bar. It’s ladies night, which means men must do what ladies want. I’m in the mood to chill, and red wine is always perfect for that. I roll the dice at the bar & the “price” for my drink is that I have to find the founder of Spanky’s camp, ask to see his penis, point & laugh. 

*Note: Burning Man is all about consent & no one ever “has” to do anything they’re not comfortable with. 

I complete my task as payment for my wine. Why not? 
When I go back for the community bike that had gotten me around most of my day, I notice that it’s now serving some other lucky burner. It’s gone. I take it as a sign to head back to camp & get a good night’s sleep to seize more of the day tomorrow. 

Day 4
is my last full day in Black Rock City. I’m excited & free today! I want to hit a few workshops, spend time with the group, eat, drink, and stay up to catch the famous Robot Heart art car in deep Playa for sunrise.  
I start my day with delicious French toast and when my friend, A, wants breakfast, I can’t deny her. We head back for a couple of slices, even though my workshop is starting soon. She loves it. I’m happy. 
When we arrive at the camp hosting the workshop I want to attend, we discover that it’s full & has been moved. I’m sad that I’m going to miss it, but letting my friend enjoy yummy food made me happy. I’ll just look at other workshops.  
When I pop my head into a nearby tent, I recognize Dave Booda, who I completed a Lamdmark course with. If he’s here, I know his wife (my friend), Paula, must be near! I turn & suddenly, I see her standing next me. I’m so excited… In a place with no cell phone reception, the Universe brought me back together with this amazing, powerful, inspirational woman! 

    
I’m excited to participate in the workshop. It’s called Psychics 101. Little by little, we ease into exercises that lead us to reading each other’s energy. It’s mind-blowing! Some of these strangers are sitting in front of me, with their eyes closed, and they are picking up on so many truths about me. 
The workshop is a reminder of how much we’re all always saying, even without words. I’m present to how loud I am, even when I don’t speak, how much people can read me & how much I try to hide it. Wow! 
I also notice how much I try to ignore what people are giving me. I’m so caught up in my life & what I have going on, that sometimes, I just look past what other people are dealing with. I’m reminded to be more open with people. Life is so much more beautiful when we’re connecting.

I head back to camp, feeling fulfilled. A few of us head out for a bike ride.  It’s one of the most magical days I’ve had… 

  

        

      

        
Soon, we gather with our camp mates to offer black light, glow-in-the-dark body painting, as our gift to the Playa. It’s a nice way to come together and meet other burners.
The night goes on & we ride around looking for as much fun as we can find.  We eventually split up, agreeing that we should all do what will make us happy.  Since it’s my last night, I want to see more of the art pieces… 

This is the Burning Man Temple. People gather here to pray, meditate, and leave gifts & notes for loved ones, as a way of “letting go.” Before the week was over, the temple, along with everything in it, would be burned. Walking through it was very moving.

   
   
   
    
 

  

 

I left a little note for someone who was there with me in spirit…


 
   
 
    
  
 
    
  

I had to get a photo with The Man before he was burned.

 
 I’m determined to stay out until sunrise. So, that’s just what I do. By some – I don’t know, miracle- I find Leo (the RV driver that I had the bumpy start with) and his partner, John at a random bar with a bonfire.  We dance into the morning hours & drink champagne at Robot Heart. By now, we all love each other. 

     
  
  We ride around the outskirts known as “Deep Playa,” and find a huge art fire to warm us from the desert’s morning chill. Someone explains to us that this, like many other pieces created for this year’s gathering, will be burned. It’s a reminder that nothing lasts forever, that things are always changing & we are always building and creating.    

photo by John Andrew Kennedy IV

After a full night and a gorgeous sunrise, I take my time riding back to camp. I make frequent stops to appreciate the art pieces along the way. I know it’s almost time to pack my bags & get ready to leave Black Rock City.  

  
 

    
 

          
My same amazing friends who got me all set up to attend Burning Man, also set me up with a ride back out. I met Peter, a Philadelphia local, yesterday, and we set a meeting time for today. When he comes for me, I have to say bye to my RV buddies, who I had come to love over the last few days. It was a bitter sweet. 

  
As Peter and I begin our journey back into the real world, we spot a group of 3 hitchhikers. Since we have room in the car & we’re all heading in the same direction, we invite them to join us.  
We share our experiences and instantly bond. We talk about the people we met, the things we did, what we saw & how we felt. It’s nice getting to know each other on the open road.

We make a few stops for delicious food, the final one being a farewell to our lady hitchhiker, also a Landmark graduate (small world). When we arrive to San Francisco, I part ways with the guys. It really feels like the perfect way to to end my first Burn… 

Burning Man isn’t just a story to tell. It’s an experience, a feeling, a way of life. It’s a place that will never exist again, for next year, the entire city will change. After each annual gathering, the desert is left with no trace of what took place.  It’s a temporary city, built by the people, for the people.  

Where else can we simply use our gifts & words as payment for food and drink? Where else do we trade what we have with each other, to make someone smile. How often are we free to look and dress as crazy as we want? Where else is creativity & sexuality encouraged in such a way?  How often can wear as much (or as little) as we please? 
Although I complained, I resisted and I cried… I also laughed, connected, and felt confident & sexy… & safe. It was nice to be in a place where trust is the default. The instant camaraderie that Burners feel with other Burners is something so special and so rare. Something happens to human beings out there in that desert.  I’m not sure what that thing is, but I’m so glad that that thing happened to me.  

Thanks for reading along, everyone.  I know this was a long post, but trust me, it still doesn’t cover everything. 

*Special Thanks to each and every person that made Burning Man 2015 possible, especially those in my camp & those that I met during my time there.  I appreciate every story I heard, every drink I had, every bite of food, every dance, every tear, every laugh, every moment.  
**Assistance with photos: April Dydasco 


I know I’m failing & falling behind, but stay tuned for more on my #30postsin30days challenge. 



The Road to Burning Man 

They say your Burn begins the moment you decide to go. If that’s the case, mine started on the east coast, over brunch, only days before my departure. It – like many of mine are – was a last minute decision.  
My friends A&M invited me. I declined. They asked why, and I mentioned the cost being an issue. They countered with a steal of a deal.  Even so, I had no sure way of getting there. Then, they offered me transportation, along with a spot inside the RV that they’d be camping in. All I had to do at this point, was say yes. So, I did. 
My mission was to meet with the group driving the RV. Many of them were traveling from Arizona & making a stop in LA for other virgins (fist-time burners). 

I spent a beautiful day in Venice Beach with my friend, Nick. It was a good feeling knowing that I was dipping in the same ocean that has entertained the likes of Jim Morrison, Evidence & Hank Moody.

Our visit to the beach was only going to be a walk near the waterfront… Or so I thought. I wasn’t dressed in my swimsuit (even though it was packed in my luggage for the dessert). I wasn’t prepared to actually get in the water, which is odd for me, because I know I can never resist jumping in the waves.  

That afternoon, I (re)discovered that you can’t always wait until you’re fully prepared for something. I thought way too long and hard about going in the water before I finally gave in. In shorts, a tank top & a full face of make up, I made my way into the beautiful Pacific. 

I realized that I was only holding myself back from having fun. I know how much I love the ocean, and that I never pass up a good swim, but for some reason, I didn’t take my bikini to one of my favorite beaches…? That’s just insane! 

I had to remind myself that true happiness only comes when you’re doing what you want. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, or how you’re feeling, or whether or not you makeup will look a hot mess. When you get the opportunity to do something you love, you just gotta dive right in… Like right here, right now. 

Here are some candid shots of me letting myself be happy… 

   
 

  
Though I was having a magical day on the west coast, communication from the AZ bunch had ceased and I was worried. I was already nervous about this whole situation. Not hearing from them did not help.  

After a mini panic attack & several attempts at getting in touch with the driver, I found out that the RV was having mechanical issues. They were going to have to delay their departure until tomorrow. 

I decided I would make a night of it & enjoy Los Angeles. I squeezed in a bowling session with Snow Tha Product & the Woke Family. Then, I got a good night’s sleep to prepared myself for the long journey the next day. 

In the morning, I learned that the RV was en route, and would be arriving in the evening. I had time for one more beach visit! I got news that Snow & the Wokes were headed to Venice, so I met them there- this time equipped with my swimwear. After a fun afternoon with my friends & the waves, it was time to get on the road. 

When I first met Leo (the RV owner and driver) I didn’t receive the warmest welcome. Given that I was already nervous about the trip, the rocky introduction just added to my worries. But, even though I felt a bit uncomfortable, I forced myself to board the RV and go through with what I had already agreed to. 

I’ve learned in my recent years that I  should take on my fears. There’s always something great on the other side. So, while fear of possibly being trapped in a dust storm, inhaling too much dirt and dying in the desert in the middle of the night raced in my brain, I was going to Burning Man to see what was in it for me…

Details on my days in Black Rock City will be posted tomorrow. #30postsin30days 

*Special thanks to Nick Morgan for capturing me in my state of bliss.  Your photos are such a gift!