What can I say about Burning Man that hasn’t been said before? For those who don’t know, Burning Man is a festival held in Black Rock Desert of Nevada every year, and it has been going on for 25 years. Once a small festival, it now hosts 50 000 people a year, selling out for the first time ever in 2011. One of its many ideas is that you must bring everything you need to survive for one week in the desert, and you must leave nothing behind; this leads to cars and trucks and trailers packed to the hilt with food, water, tents, bicycles, and, of course, art and costumes.
Burning Man was an incredible week, one filled with emotion. It was elaborate and fun costumes, beautiful and creative artwork, hot days and freezing nights, kind and generous people, music and dance, and dust, dust, dust. We camped with thousands of others, trying to sleep during the hot afternoons to prepare for nights of mayhem, of running around, laughing, dancing, meeting new people, jumping on art cars, and attempting to take all of the festival’s magic in. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and I truly hope to return one day.