Military Hawai’i

It would be wrong to go to Hawaii and spend all of your time on the beach, although I certainly got my fair share of sand time. There are so many other sights and attractions to explore, especially the U.S.’ s strong military presence on Oahu. We happened to take a never-ending tour to Pearl Harbor, the Arizona memorial, a submarine, and the U.S.S. Missouri battleship. Despite my tour bus/military overload that day, we saw a lot of emotional, historic, and photogenic artifacts that I’ll remember forever.

The Arizona memorial is architecturally stunning and gleams white against the harbor’s bright blue waters, which are marbled with rainbowed oil seeping up from the sunken Arizona. It is chilling to think that every name mounted on the marbled back wall of the memorial is entombed just feet below the water.

Several sections of the Arizona are visible either immediately below or peeking up out of the harbor’s shallow water. The smell of oil was distinctively strong on the day I visited, and it perfumed the backdrop of my consciousness. The eeriest part was seeing the crusty ladders alongside severed electrical cables descending into the depths of the ship’s remains. I can’t help but wonder whether any rescue attempts were made down the rusted rungs.

Beside the Arizona memorial is a retired submarine that is open for exploration. The submarine’s interior made me teeth-grindingly claustrophobic, and I can’t imagine what it must be like to be trapped in one under the sea, unable to hastily climb up to the fresh air above. The submarine’s deck is much more enjoyable because there are different guns and binoculars you can try out.


Finally, we toured the U.S.S. Missouri, where the United States and Japan signed the treaty that ended the war between them. Unlike the submarine, the insides of the ship were absolutely enormous, and I didn’t know if I’d ever find my way out again. The bunks still had a sardine-can quality, but at least no torpedoes were wedged between the sleeping quarters.

Still, the ship is a floating city. It was especially interesting to see how the sailors cooked on board. There were rooms of pies and ovens, and I can’t imagine how hot it must have been on there. I am so lucky to be able to crack open a window and turn on the ceiling fan when my kitchen starts feeling a little too toasty. And also, it’s only a matter of time before David makes me watch Pearl Harbor again. But between the Ben Affleck and the Josh Hartnett, I might not protest too much.

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Fruity Hawai’i

If you’ve noticed the recent lack of food posts around here, don’t fret! I was off enjoying some eating of my own in tropical Hawaii. I can’t wait to share some of the food treasures I found and other experiences I gathered up while I was away. First things first. LYCHEES! My favorite fruit. Lychees are round fruits covered in a pink, pointyish skin that you peel off to reveal an opal-white, juicy, fleshy fruit. The flesh tastes like a cross between grapes, white wine, and cool refreshment on a hot day. There is also a large, glossy, brown pit inside of the lychee that you’re not supposed to eat.

David and I were driving along Oahu’s North Shore when I saw the lychee sign. We turned immediately around and bought a $5 bag of lychees from a roadside man keeping cool in his car while the lychees waited for me on a plastic table. I was overjoyed. They’re my first lychees of the season, usually purchased at Trader Joe’s (in good years), Whole Foods, or the Farmers’ Market back home. These were a little tart, but so refreshing to eat on the beach and beside the pool. I’ll take lychees over a pina colada any day.

Naturually, I had my #1 favorite lychee experience in Paris. My equally lychee-obsessed friend and I bought a huge box of them from an outdoor market, we went to the park, and we ate them all. They were huge and juicy, and we were sticky from finger tips to elbows. I washed my arms off in a fountain, and then I found an American quarter. Good day!

Second things second. MANGOSTEEN! These were the first fresh mangosteen I’ve ever tried. I have only had them freeze dried before from Trader Joe’s, and they’re a great snack. But in Hawaii, fresh mangosteen abound. They were growing on the trees at our hotel but weren’t ripe for picking, and my future mother in law, Cindy, bought these ready-to-eat ones at a Hawaiian farmers’ market.

We all gathered around to cut into one. Magosteens have fairly thick skin, and you have to score the skin around the outside and then twist the top half of the skin off to reach the fruit on the inside.

Once you’ve broken in, you’ll find perfectly white segments of fruit. The number of segments inside of the mangosteen corresponds to the number of leaves on the bottom of the outside of the fruit. The larger segments have biggish, black seeds in them. When I eat dried mangosteen, the seeds are hard, but in the fresh ones, I ate the seeds without knowing it. The fruit is sweet and juicy, also grapelike in flavor, but it is very fleshy. It takes longer than you’d expect to chew. I can only hope to find fresh mangosteen again one day.

Third things third. PINEAPPLE. I was very excited to try pineapple straight from Hawaii, but I didn’t think it was particularly special. I guess I’ve been lucky enough to get good pineapples right at home. What was remarkable, however, was seeing how pineapples grow! I took these pictures at the Dole Pineapple Plantation, where they have a bunch of different types growing. Here is a pink one!

Here are pineapples shaped like they came from a Dr. Seuss book.

And here is a pretty view of the plantation. I happened to stumble across some pineapple growing beside the U.S.S. Missouri battleship on an unrelated tour earlier in the week. Our tour guide told me that you can twist the green top right off of any pineapple and plant it. After 2 years, she said that a new pineapple will begin to grow and that the plant will continue producing 1 pineapple per year for about 6 years. After that time, she said the pineapples start getting too small. New mission: Plant a pineapple. I’ve already threatened my mom with a pineapple plant as a gift, but I think I’d like one for myself too!

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Nature at My Doorstep

Even though we live in a city, there is a surprising amount of nature around us. Some of it even knocks at our front window. I’ve written here before about a little mouse that was peeking in at me one day, and now I can share the squirrel that mooned me. This squirrel was really taking its life into its own paws by venturing to our window because Stella is frequently on guard at our windowsill. One day, there was a squirrel by the window, and I called to Stella to come and see it. “Look, Stella,” I shouted to her while pointing out the window. She saw that squirrel and scared it right away. The experience must have been very memorable to her because now, whenever I say the word “look,” she runs over to the same windowsill and puts her paws up to look out for the squirrel. It seems like she can distinguish individual words in my sentences because she’ll run over even if she hears me say look in the middle of a conversation with someone else. I always feel bad that I get her excited for no reason.

Besides the urban wildlife, there are also pretty plants to be found around. I saw this very vibrant bunch of leaves at the dog park, and it was framed perfectly in the shadows. I wonder what kind of insect nibbled through the leaves. Maybe a hungry caterpillar. I can’t wait to see what else pops up as the summer progresses. 

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