It would be anywhere my daughters hold dear to them so they can share family memories with my grandchildren as we walk hand in hand through the past. For me, one of the most rewarding aspects of being a grandparent is hearing the way in which my daughters enthusiastically and fondly recount their childhood memories to my grandchildren. They have a much rosier version of our social history than mine as much of that time I felt I was just coping whilst working and could/should have done better.
In the summer I dug deep into my savings to take my 2 daughters and 2 grandchildren to Majorca and we stayed close to the town where we holidayed every year when they were young. It was precious time. As we retraced our steps, they remembered events and places I had forgotten, it allowed us all to share memories of times there and stories about their late father. We cried a little but laughed a lot and all learned things about each other by recounting the past. Making memories together has been my priority since losing my husband, better to leave positive memories than possessions.
On our dream list are the Caribbean islands where my daughters spent time working before settling down. They desperately want my grandchildren to witness the white sand and blue sea, the sounds and aromas of life before kids.