First vacation was to Pacific Grove (California Monterey Bay area). We stayed with my great aunt and uncle - such fun, amazing people - while my parents stayed in a near-by rather run-down hotel (which, last time I saw it, was a ritzy B & B). Uncle Frank had worked in Cannery Row in its heyday (he built the little house that is the last one on the coastline before you turn up to go to the museum, if you know the area), and my Aunt Stelle made the best hot cereal with bacon. We stayed in Pacific Grove (moved up to "the little red motels" - a cottage motor in) then moved on to Carmel, every summer for many years (my parents would rent a house for a month in the Carmel Woods from a teacher who would visit her brother in Oakland every summer; my dad, who was the UNhandiest person you could imagine, would do some work around the house to defray some of the cost). Our last vacation - in April - was to DL and going again in 2 weeks (we first got to go to DL about the 3rd year it was open).