There was a long time when I didn’t think that anything cool ever happened in San Diego. “It’s all just going on in LA, the Northwest, or New York,” I thought. This is a common myth around these parts, and not entirely unfounded.
In those dark days, two SD residents helped keep my faint hopes alive. Emilie is a San Diego native. She played water polo at Poway High. Shayna was born and raised in Honolulu, floated around the map for awhile, and then moved here, partially because her persuasive friend Emilie suggested it. Basically, now they’re besties.
For a couple years I just admired them from a distance; their style, their inner cool. When Emilie started a book club in their apartment across the street from Balboa Park, I signed up immediately. (I’m just quite the fan of clubs, apparently.)
Over a year ago, they launched perhaps the greatest adventure they’ve had yet: a yearlong roadtrip in an ancient camper that they dubbed “Methuselah,” to film a documentary on the phenomenon of speaking in tongues, of all things, and the people that do it across the nation.