I went to Hawaii. Need I say more? It was absolutely gorgeous: perfect weather, lush green plants, beautiful flowers. Every day I went swimming and walked on the beach and drank guava juice. I wish it hadn't had to end.

I had to take three planes to get to Hawaii and three planes coming back home. The layovers were in the Chicago, Denver, and Los Angeles airports; three of the largest, most crowded, and most confusing airports in the U.S.

Also, going to Pearl Harbor was really boring. I waited for hours in line and spent only ten minutes actually looking at something.

I got surfboard rash and sunburned all over. Both I got at the beginning of my trip and they lasted for weeks.