“I’m used to answering ‘I’m from Mexico.’ whenever someone asks me where I’m from. This week, my answer is ‘I’m from here.’ This is my land. Esta es mi tierra!” she says. “America has the title of ‘land of the free,’ but that’s just a title. The real feeling comes from Mexico. It’s an amazing feeling of freedom. The humility, the love that travels through its lands… only in Mexico.”

Nowhere else are the frat bros and party girls bombarded with the constant reminders to “be green,” “pack it in, pack it out” or “leave it better.” Burning Man and its very relevant principle of Radical Inclusion comes to mind. While the scale of veterans to virgins is obviously tipping towards the latter, the newcomers stand to learn the most important truths.

What Desert Hearts has fostered is a safe space so intimate, that your inner freak is set free. Gone are the Coachella concerns of cultural appropriation and overzealous bro advances. Here, culture has been reinvented and asking for consent is the norm. Move over, festival giants, this is how the new school does it.