JM got BK breakfast on Sunday en route to church.
We went to the 8am Hawaiian-language service at the Episcopal Cathedral of St. Andrew. The service began with a call to worship on the Pu, or conch shell. The people were incredibly welcoming, greeting us before the service and giving us shell leis at the Peace. The service was easy to follow and it was fun to try to sing hymns in Hawaiian. Thank goodness for phonics.
We were invited to the lanai for "Aloha hour" for fellowship and snacks - it was the first Episcopal coffee hour I've been to without coffee. We talked to a transplant from the Mainland and a native Hawaiian who remembered the biting cold of North Dakota winters from his time in school. (I wish I'd gotten a picture of him - he was a character and wore an Alaska belt buckle.)
The first day JM commented on the number of Episcopal churches we saw - more than all the other flavors of churches combined. This all made sense after we learned a little more about the history of the Hawaiian royalty and the church in the 19th century.