Jasmine, iris, locust, coconut—these are some of the fragrant aromas waiting to greet visitors to Oahu, carried to your senses by the trade winds, when you exit the airplane. The following photo was taken at the moment when we first stepped outside. The ten pieces of luggage that I hauled like a pack mule are off to the side.
The boys were overjoyed to be liberated from the plane. A free upgrade from a sedan to a mini-van gave them plenty of space in which to express themselves.
Angela’s cousin, and our gracious host, Charles Roylo, happens to be a fine painter. His home is like a Polynesian gallery. You can view some of his artwork (and hear some of his singing) from his website. Because Charles is a native Hawaiian, born and raised on Oahu, we are learning a great deal about the area—a real plus in preparation for my preaching on Sunday.
