Copyright Lisa Hall Deckert 2011
The warm perfumed air hit me as soon as I walked through the automatic sliding doors. I think that’s when I realized I was really in Hawaii. I was in the airport on the way to baggage claim. The covered walkway overlooked a beautiful garden with bright tropical flowers and trees covered with sweet-smelling white blossoms. We’d landed in Honolulu, on the island of Oahu. Even the names sounded lovely and exotic.