I've just counted up and realised that I've only been on holiday 10 times in my life. (My parents couldn't afford to go away on holidays until I was 15, so I didn't grow up thinking that holidays were something you went on every year).
None of the holidays were 'bad'. The best two (Ostend and Malta) I enjoyed most simply because of the company of person I travelled with.
The most memorable though had to be to Australia (which was actually combining attendance at a conference with a bit of holiday). Where else can one find oneself on a luxury air-conditioned minibus, going out into the Red Desert (
http://www.allwaysaustralia.com/states/western-australia/nambung-park/pinnacles-pano-2.jpg ) with a group of elderly members of the Australian Girl Guides Association, who insist that you sing Waltzing Matilda with them repeatedly for hours upon end?