Josh and I have wanted to go to Burning Man for a long time…

Each year that passes you realize life is short and only getting shorter. Every day, month, and year you choose what to prioritize. This past year life was a rollercoaster of the best moments of my life like holding our baby for the first time – and worst gut wrenching lows that accompany a great loss.

We realized that, similar to having a baby, you’re never ready and sometimes you just have to go for it. About 2 months before the burn we decided it was now or never, and if we were serious about going it was time to start planning. 

Me skydiving into Burning Man!

Just kidding! We weren’t THAT committed! This is me covered in dust standing in front of the man.

Logistics, research, and finding a camp

We checked the most important task off the list — confirmed with the grandparents they were able to watch our baby.

The next step was to find a camp. We didn’t want to give off sparkle pony vibes so we started familiarizing ourselves with the 10 Burning Man principles and survival guide. We reached out to friends who were seasoned burners and asked for advice, tips, and packing lists. 

We wrote up a post and shared it in the Burning Man Facebook group. We expected a couple of responses and were hopeful to find a good fit. We were pleasantly surprised to hear from dozens of camps – all who thought we would be a great addition to their camp. Josh and I made a list of the things that were important to us and discussed the kind of camp experience we wanted to find a camp that we vibed with and who provided a meaningful service/gift to Black Rock City, but at the same time we didn’t want to overextend ourselves with multiple time intensive duties.

It was a tough decision as there were so many lovely camps to choose from! After a 2 hour phone call with Greg we knew that The Sultry Lodge was the right fit for us. Greg’s welcoming but meticulous and methodical process for describing the camp’s open and supportive atmosphere made us feel like we were already friends. We had found our home in the desert. Our hope was to join a camp that gave back to the city, but also understood the balance of participating without losing the magic of wandering. 

We loved the offerings The Sultry Lodge provided to the Playa i.e. hair braiding (a necessity in the desert), the tactile joy of crafts, tasty breakfast, the vibrant energy of Arabian parties, and a sultry theme. We were excited to join a camp that fit our vibe, energy, and were equally excited to welcome us into their camp.

We paid our camp dues, joined the whatsapp chat group, bought our tickets, and created our official burning man spreadsheet. Suddenly, the dusty, dreamlike desert experience we’d heard so much about was within reach. Josh and I gave each other a high five which turned into a bear hug and huge grins – we could hardly contain our excitement. It was official: we were going to the burn!  

Are we burners yet?

Besides our duties with the camp, we weren’t exactly sure how we’d spend our time there. Unlike a festival which revolves around music and catching a solid DJ set or two, Burning Man is all about getting lost down the rabbit hole. There are no corporate sponsors, no one is paid to perform, and it’s frowned upon to promote your brand. Everyone is treated the same – there is no VIP.

We anticipated spending most of our time exploring, getting lost on the Playa, and living in this makeshift city (at least for one week). It turns out that Burning Man is one big wander. This made us very happy since wandering and exploring is one of our most favorite things to do.

By day 3 of an event  festival  we’ve seen countless artists, walked the entire grounds, and seen almost all there is to see. By day 2 at Burning Man we realized that it’s impossible to see even 20% of it. Just when you thought you had seen that corner or street, something new would appear. There were over 500 art cars at any time circling the playa. Since it is pitch dark at night everyone is decorated in lights. The first night we headed out around sunset just as the sky was starting to fade, and the lights began to pop out at us. After we picked up our jaws off the ground we looked at each other and agreed it was the craziest thing we’ve ever seen.

Turning the corner as the sun went down the lights became brighter and brighter. Josh and I were absolutely floored. The Playa seemed to unfold into something more surreal – towering sculptures glowing in the distance, mutant vehicles, some, as large as small buildings, moved across the horizon, and bikes blinked and pulsed with lights. It was as if the entire city had come alive in the dark into a kaleidoscope of motion and color. 

The sheer number of lights, art cars, camps, installations, and bikes that seemed to surround us on all sides and grow by the minute was equally impressive as it was overwhelming. It wasn’t just big – it was sprawling, a whole world built from scratch in the desert. The low hum of distant bass beats echoed through the Playa growing louder as we arrived at each stage and art piece. 

As we rode around trying to decide where to stop and what to look at I realized I was having FOMO even though we were there! That has never happened to me! It took a good couple of hours – almost an entire evening of exploring to fully realize that we were never going to see everything. I realized that was part of the beauty. As we rode through the maze of light and art, I felt both exhilarated and childlike, like we’d been dropped into another world. Trying to see everything was impossible – and maybe that was the point. In this vast, ever-changing city, (and life) the beauty was in the wandering, not the destination. It was about losing yourself in the chaos and being open to whatever might find you. 

 “Burning Man is not a festival.” 

I’d hear again and again that Burning Man is NOT a festival, but a city. Black Rock City is unlike any other city. Each year it is rebuilt for one week. It was impossible to fully comprehend what that meant until we were physically there.

When we first arrived at Black Rock City, it didn’t feel like a temporary place – it felt like a fully functioning otherworldly town. Dusty roads stretched into the horizon, lined with colorful camps and art installations. Each block has its own small street or neighborhood, buzzing with activity, music, and people. By mid-week, when someone asked where we live, we no longer said San Diego. Our reply was, 3:15 & B, near the post office and bike repair shop.

Many camps offered a variety of services including things like bike repair, spas, cafes, tea houses, lounges, dance parties, crafts, workshops, and much more! There was even a post office on the corner of our street. Burning Man felt like a real-life choose-your-own-adventure. For one week we were citizens of Black Rock City and it was everyone’s responsibility to contribute to bring the city to life. 

I was nervous about going to Burning Man. I had heard many stories about how tough the conditions are and how absolutely miserable it can be. I expected bad weather and to be uncomfortable. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t that bad. 

Despite my nerves about the harsh conditions, we were fortunate to experience good weather…at least until the big storm rolled in on Sunday night. It quickly turned into a complete whiteout, transforming the landscape into a dramatic scene that resembled another planet. We threw on our dust masks and goggles, tightly grabbed hands, turned on our headlamp, and made our way forward in complete awe of how quickly the landscape shifted. We were surprised that it was eerily quiet as the wind threw the sand across our faces into the Playa. 

Radical self-reliance wasn’t just a principle – it became our reality. Luckily we were well prepared, were able to make the best of it and even enjoy the dramatic moment together. 

My favorite Burning Man principle is gifting. Everyone who attends is encouraged to bring or provide a gift. A gift can be as simple as helping someone out, sharing a meal, something you made, it can be anything! Or, in our case a fresh orange in the middle of the desert. It’s not a barter system, and no money exchanges hands. 

Josh and I both really enjoy sharing gifts. We thought it would be the perfect opportunity to share freshly picked oranges from our orchard, orange juice, and dehydrated orange slices as garnishes for drinks. The scent of fresh oranges and burst of citrus was almost shocking in the middle of the desert. It felt like a little bit of home brought to this surreal, otherworldly place. People’s faces lit up when they took a sip of cold juice or when we handed them a fresh orange.

Ice-cold orange juice was a huge hit on the Playa. It was fun surprising our campmates and strangers, who quickly became friends. In a place as vast and unpredictable as Black Rock City, it was the small, simple moments – like handing someone a fresh orange – that reminded us of the deeper meaning behind the principles. The real gift wasn’t just the orange; it was the connection we shared in that brief unexpected moment. 

Our Camp – The Sultry Lodge

We enjoyed chilling and spending time at our camp. The Sultry Lodge offered hair braiding, crafts, jewelry making, breakfast sandwiches, workshops, and an impeccable vibe at our sister camp Wanderlust. 

Each evening, the space transformed with dim lighting, plush cushions, and a slow hypnotic beat that set the perfect mood. At night, the air felt charged with a sense of mystery and playfulness, enhanced by the warm golden glow of lights and laughter. 

One morning Josh and I worked with our campmates to make over 500 breakfast panini sandwiches served with hot coffee & tea. It was organized chaos as we created an assembly line to hand out paninis as quickly as hungry burners arrived!  We recorded a lively message in Josh’s voice on a loudspeaker, played on repeat to draw a crowd. People came running over and were so grateful for a warm breakfast sandwich. Lured in by Josh’s booming voice on the loudspeaker, one burner said it was the best thing she’d tasted in days!

The two camps — The Sultry Lodge & Wanderlust — aren’t just sister camps in name. We share resources and combined efforts to make a seamless burn experience logistically for everyone. We truly operated as one. Whether it was sharing food, resources, or hosting joint events, the two camps came together seamlessly, and the cooperation made things feel effortless. It felt like being part of an extended family, where everyone was working towards the same goal of making the burn unforgettable. 

We were extremely impressed with how well everything was run and the quality of people who came together to build the camps. In the end we made many new friends and were even invited to visit them all over the world. 

It’s common for each camp to have one big party or event during the burn. Our big party was on Thursday night. The theme was “Arabian nights – it’s everybody’s birthday, anniversary, celebration!” The DJ spun hypnotic and drippy beats that seemed to blend into the night, as blacklight body painting turned our bodies into living works of art. The sweet smell of cake and champagne filled the room as we celebrated….well, everything. 

The DJ’s recorded set from that evening was one of the first things we listened to when we arrived back home. It was easily one of our favorite parties at the burn. We took turns dancing, laughing, and getting to know our campmates. At one point Josh and I looked at each other and he said what I was thinking… “How did we end up choosing a camp that throws a party with exactly our perfect vibe?” 

At one point we noticed a plane flying overhead, shooting off fireworks and lasers. It spun and dipped in the air, moving so erratically that we weren’t even sure if it was really a plane – or something else entirely! 

Experiences We Will Never Forget 

Knowing one day we’d finally make it to burning man we intentionally didn’t watch a million videos on YouTube. We both enjoy being surprised in the moment as much as possible. We watched the most spectacular fireworks show light up the entire sky as the man burned.  Suddenly a cloud of fire exploded into the sky! I don’t know what I was expecting but expectations were exceeded beyond what we could have ever imagined! 

Food & Drink Adventures

We visited our friends Jeff, Troy, and Jenny, at their camp The Combat Zone at 7:15 & A. They provided the gift of late-night eats to hungry burners from 4:00am – 6:00am. We were extremely impressed that they not only had a full cooking on site operation but that they provided the best noodles you’ve ever had in your life. Luckily, we got there early as the line quickly formed behind us! There was even a dance off between 5 random strangers to skip the line! Josh and I savored our noodles in their lounge which reminded me of a trendy underground bar in Tokyo. 

A scorpion bowl cocktail and gummy bears were offered for dessert. It was such an enjoyable time that it was hard to leave. We never expected to be eating gourmet noodles in the middle of the desert! We stayed up till sunrise that day and as we walked across the playa back to our camp we had a deep heartfelt conversation with our friends that left us feeling even more full. 

My brother Arram was camped at Bao Chika Wow Wow. We live on opposite ends of the state (in real life) so being camped so close for the week was a sweet surprise. It was perfect because Arram’s camp was a 10 minute walk from us allowing us to visit each other often. The camp provided bao buns daily and an epic night market on Wednesday that brought in over 1,000 people. We made new friends as we stuffed our faces with bao buns and coconut water and fell into deep conversations. 

That time we stumbled into a shipping container which turned out to be a swanky speakeasy called Dukes. There were two gentlemen dressed to the nines who offered us fancy cocktails, coconut water, mints, and anything else you might need to refresh or relax. We visited several times over the week and by the third time we felt like locals rolling into our favorite spot on the couch. It was the best speakeasy I’ve ever been to because it was completely unexpected. When we were ready to leave there wasn’t a tab to pickup because everything in Black Rock City is considered a gift.

Our friend Ryan surprised us by unexpectedly showing up to the burn and arriving at our camp as we served our homemade jambalaya. Diplo’s sunset set at the Opulent Temple stage was our next stop. As Diplo’s set pulsed through the crowd, fire shot up off with each drop sending waves of heat across the crowd. We were standing so close we had to look up to see him and look down when the fire shot off since the heat was so intense! Josh and I both agreed that we didn’t have an agenda at Burning Man and could do whatever we wanted as long as we didn’t miss Diplo. 

The storytelling bar – share a story and receive a custom cocktail that is crafted to be aligned with your story. We enjoyed telling the story of the burning man watch and that time Josh was on the show America’s Funniest Home Videos and won 2nd place. It was the first time I’ve ever heard of mixing wine and gatorade. It sounds weird but it actually works! 

Art & Wandering

In the deep Playa we came across a sound interactive art installation that looked like vortex rings where you could see the speed of sound. One of my friends who is a DJ played a set on an art car at the very top of it. As he DJ’d we were able to see the speed of sound travel through the rings. It was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life! How many people can say they saw the speed of sound? 

Josh and I were admiring a dragon art car parked nearby.  As we circled it in awe we heard a voice call out “Do you want to go on a ride?” When we were invited onboard, it was like being given a front-row seat to the most surreal show on earth. We hopped aboard and suddenly we had a great vantage point to see everything from a new perspective. We learned that the art car was named Torch and were given a sticker of Torch so that we would always remember our first art car ride. 

As a rite of passage as new burners we followed a massive deer art car in a caravan of bikes out to the deep playa. Once it stopped we parked our bikes and the scene immediately became a dance party. Josh encouraged me to climb up into the art car and get a wiggle out. I think it might have been the coolest I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I hope one day our daughter will look at those photos and know how cool her parents are. 

In true Burning Man fashion, we found ourselves ‘investing’ in a home in Suburbia, a pop-up neighborhood across the street from God’s house that would soon rise from the ashes after the man burned. It was equal parts absurd and delightful – yet somehow, in that moment, it felt real. 

Finding a spot to rest in a hammock swing only to walk through a doorway into a lively shaded dance party with the tastiest drink I could imagine. 

Controlling fire by pressing a button and shooting out streams of fire on the top of an art car before taking a slide down to the bar and being served dumplings. 

Drinking contaminated water and not realizing it until trying 5 different water containers. Luckily we didn’t get sick and had brought extra water.  

Eating cotton candy, pickles, fresh pie, soft serve ice cream, pizza, bao buns, noodles, birthday cake, focaccia bread, pancakes with fresh fruit, and many delicious drinks.

In the end, it wasn’t just the art, the music, or even the food that made Burning Man unforgettable – it was the feeling of being completely open to whatever might happen next, knowing that each moment was a gift that could never be recreated. 

So many serendipitous moments it felt like we were in a movie

The serendipity that seemed to occur continuously made the week even more delightful. 

We tried to find an explanation and make sense of it until we realized it was part of the magic of Burning Man. These are a couple of my favorite moments. 

You’re encouraged to be fully present and participate so I purposely left my phone in the car. I didn’t want to worry about it getting lost or dusty and didn’t have any service.

On the first day I realized I should have packed a digital watch since I would not have my phone with me. Casually, while sitting in our tent I mentioned to Josh. “Man, I should’ve brought a digital watch – oh well, guess I’m not getting one now!”  30 minutes later we left our tent to head out for the evening and as I walked up to my bike I noticed something new. There was a digital watch strapped to MY bike basket (not Josh’s bike)! Shocked, I assumed Josh had put it there! He swore he didn’t and I almost didn’t believe him but we alway tell the truth to each other so I knew it wasn’t him. How or why this watch ended up specifically on my basket so soon after I mentioned I needed it is a mystery we’ll never uncover! There is a saying at Burning Man “The Playa provides” I had heard it many times prior to coming to Burning Man. I didn’t fully understand what it meant until that very moment. 

One evening Josh and I had just finished eating dinner. I was thinking to myself “Hmmm…..I’m still hungry. Should we make more food?”  2 seconds later a woman asked me “Are you hungry?” I thought to myself well, that’s odd but she is not going to be offering a vegetarian or vegan dish. It’s probably something that I’m not going to eat. Then she said “We have a homemade vegan rice and curry dish that we made too much of for our camp dinner.” I quickly grabbed my bowl and called out to Josh to grab his. We followed her over to her camp where in fact a tasty delicious vegan meal was waiting for us. My mind was blown a second time as again the playa provided! 

Burning Man is not one week. It’s really 14 “days/nights”. We assumed that one Costco size box of 12 coconut waters was enough. By day 4 we were running low and I mentioned to Josh my concern of running out of this electrolyte beverage. We had crammed our car full to the gills and the second box of coconut water didn’t make the cut. Mistakes were made. Over the course of that same evening we were gifted coconut water from various camps. Each time Josh and I would look at each other in bewilderment. 

I did not realize how much I would enjoy being away from my phone and not having any need for it. I never once felt the need to check my email or social media.

It reminded me of when I was a kid and I would walk over to my friends house to see if they were home. You never knew if anyone would be home or if they’d be free to hang out. If they weren’t it wasn’t a big deal because you knew you’d see them at school the next day. There was a careless free spiritedness around making plans and seeing friends as a kid. It was refreshing to experience the same thing at the burn. Everyone knows where everyone lives and without cell service you had to just show up to see what happened. 

It was shocking how many times we’d show up and it turned out to be the perfect time. There was something so organic and childlike to just show up at someone’s house unannounced to surprise them with a visit. 

It made me realize that it’s not necessary to always have your phone within arms reach. Since leaving the Playa I’ve made a consistent effort to place my phone away and not be so reliant on it every moment. 

Moop – a sexy name for trash or “matter out of place”

It wasn’t until 3:00am on the 5th day that I finally saw an empty beer can on the ground – still, it was nothing compared to other events I’ve been to! 

Once a piece of trash managed to blow away – my brother chased after it as it blew across the playa in the wind. He managed to finally grab it a few hundred feet later. Everyone cheered and applauded him because no one wants to be the one to let trash hit the ground. There is a special name for trash. It’s called Moop and stands for “matter out of place.” It’s everyone’s responsibility to be on the lookout for Moop. At strike camps are expected to run a rake through their campsite to retrieve any moop. We were pleasantly shocked at how well 70,000 people committed to leaving no trace.

Burning Man is HUGE. 

We knew it was large but we did not realize just how big until we arrived and took a walk around the newly built city. The grounds are the size of San Francisco which although only 7×7 is extremely dense. We were told that bikes are a necessity and that quickly became clear as we walked from our camp to the center camp to grab some ice. 

We bought 2 gently used single speed beach cruiser bikes. What we did not anticipate was how everything starts to fall apart after a couple of days. We noticed a handful of bikes at our camp and were told they were extras in case we needed parts. We laughed it off but later realized they weren’t kidding! The playa dust is highly acidic. By day 4 my kickstand was about to fall off! Our bikes were creaking and groaning with each push of the pedal. Luckily we came prepared with extra bike tubes, tires, and vinegar. Without a bike a 15 minute ride could easily turn into a 45 minute walk. We likely rode over 100 miles that week!

Expect things to not go as planned and learn to find the new adventure 

After spending the day breaking down camp we hopped on our bikes to hustle over to see the temple burn. I immediately sunk down into the playa dust and realized I wasn’t going anywhere since I had a flat tire. Josh grabbed our pump and within 3 minutes had filled it back up. Unfortunately, I could hear the air exiting the tire just as fast as he filled it up. We grabbed our backpacks and started walking to the temple burn.

The temple burn adventure 

It was one of the most dramatic scenes I’ve ever seen in my life. We got caught in a whiteout storm and couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of us. As we made our way towards the orange glow in the sky we were SO happy we didn’t have our bikes.

Walking up and seeing the last bit of the temple burn was eerie, sad, and solemn. It was the quietest it had been since we arrived at Burning Man. 

Josh and I stood there taking in the scene and wiping tears from our eyes as the space around us echoed with sad cries. Absorbing the heaviness of the scene I reflected on my own sadness around the death of my little brother earlier that year. It was a sad reminder that nothing lasts forever, and we are all here temporarily. Truthfully I was only able to stand there for a few minutes — the somber scene was a bit overwhelming and very heavy. 

As the solemnity of the temple burn faded behind us, we found ourselves swept back into the playful chaos of the playa. Still not able to see much of anything, Josh I walked away from the fire and towards a gathering of art cars. One specifically jumped out at us – a silver dragonfly art car adorned with led lights. We made our way over to this alien looking dragonfly art car and hopped on for a comfortable place to sit. 

We befriended Tanya, an artist who worked on Naga – the honorarium of the entire burn. She was a long time burner who attended her first burn in 1996. She shared stories about how back then they lit everything on fire (not just the man) and the excitement, unruliness, and chaos that eventually became what Burning Man is today. She expressed her hopes in passing on the torch to the next generation that they will continue growing the community that creates this beautiful and impactful art.  

At that moment the art car slowly started moving across the playa. We descended upon Naga – a silver serpent shipwreck with colorful scales and an immense amount of handmade details. We had heard about Naga but had no idea how to find it! Tanya was kind enough to give us a tour as the wild whiteout storm continued to whip across the Playa. The creativity and attention to details blew us away! Although Burning Man doesn’t believe in VIP treatment, in that moment, as Tanya guided us through Naga’s intricate scales and details, we felt like we had our own secret backstage pass. The dramatic scene of the whiteout against the shipwreck and colorful serpent was a cinematic scene I will never forget. 

Josh assisted the dragonfly in navigating through the whiteout back to their camp which conveniently happened to be a 5 minute walk from our camp. Our second art car ride experience was a success despite a wild whiteout storm! 

The Diner 

On the way back to our camp we heard a pleasant sound and slowly started moving towards it. We followed it to a vintage trailer DJ set dance party. As we approached the dance floor a Jedi gifted us rainbow glasses (each light source refracted into a tiny rainbow). He presented an impressive light show using 2 lightsabers on ropes. He was kind enough to let us try it out and after almost smacking myself in the face, I appreciated his skills even more! 

Everyone brings their own reusable cup to the Playa. As long as you have your cup you can get a drink at almost any camp. We took a seat at a nearby establishment called The Diner. They provided us an intricate menu of food and drink options but warned us –  food might never make it out! We placed our order and while waiting purchased a timeshare at Black Rock City – only to later find out that the Burning Man dates were blocked out! I would say that we got scammed but they were kind enough to serve tasty ice cold boozy beverages and Michelin star rated meals which consisted of Dorritos, pretzels, kettle corn, gummy candy, and half an apple. 

The Diner had come all the way from Canada to provide their services. As we chatted, the neighboring camp across the street offered freshly caught tuna. We were a bit bewildered – tuna in the desert! They were fishermen from Oregon and just before they left for the burn they caught some fresh tuna and flash froze it. Since we were short on a plate we polished off our michelin star meal and headed across the street to see this fresh fish for ourselves! It was the tastiest tuna we’ve ever had! We never imagined we would be eating fresh fish out in the desert. The Diner and our fresh fish experience were a surprise and delight moment.

In a place where plans dissolve into dust, it’s the unexpected moments – the ones you couldn’t predict – that make it all the more magical.

Time is a mirage, but the magic is real 

By day 7 at Burning Man, we felt two opposing truths: we’d barely scratched the surface, and yet we were ready to leave. It was the longest and shortest week of my life – seven days that held more than most people experience in a year.

We were covered in layers of dust, the dirtiest we’d ever been, and all we wanted was a shower,  fresh salad, smoothie, and to smother our daughter in hugs. 

Despite the chaos of lights and distractions swirling around us, we found quiet moments to reflect. Burning Man reminded us that everything is temporary. Nothing lasts forever. 

Though we were exhausted, it was the kind of exhaustion that comes from total immersion in something extraordinary – both physically and mentally charged. We were equally inspired – blown away by the creativity, thoughtfulness, and imagination that filled every corner of the Playa. 

The magic of Burning Man wasn’t just in the lights, art, or music, but in the spirit of possibility. 

In Black Rock City it felt like anything was possible. It left me determined to create more beauty and meaning in the everyday, and to stop waiting for permission — because who was I waiting for, anyway? It affirmed what Josh and I already knew: that family, our daughter, and the people we love are what make time and life’s experiences truly valuable. 

It combined many of our favorite things together in a way that doesn’t exist anywhere else. In the way chaos turned into beauty, and everything, even the smallest moments, felt saturated with purpose.  

After returning home we were determined to carry some of that magic into our everyday lives. Over the past year, we poured our hearts into a vision that has quietly evolved throughout our entire relationship. After our first burn, everything accelerated.

About a month ago, Lightjoon was born. Each creation is a reflection of that journey, a blend of technology, art, and intention, and a spark meant to spark wonder, connection, and presence in any space.

At the risk of sounding cliche, it was a life-changing experience for both of us in ways we’re still discovering. It’s impacted how we see creativity, how we connect with each other, and others, and how we bring a sense of play into even the simplest of moments. 

I told Josh if 70,000 people can build a city from nothing in the unforgiving desert, surely we can bring that same sense of wonder and creativity into our everyday lives – whether it’s setting up a dinner or epic light show in the orchard, or creating beautiful light art. He agreed, wholeheartedly. 

Hi there, my name is Roya — that means dream in Farsi– I am a creator, marketer, adventurer, dreamer, curator of experiences, and plant-based lover of food on the search for the best plant-based restaurants in the world. 

My husband Josh and I tend to several acres in San Diego and it is our mission to live our best life while eating food that is fresh, healthy, tasty, AND good for the environment. Come along on our journey with us.