The Bahamas, I went once when I was 9 ish and then again when I was 24 for a friend's wedding. Their wedding was at Sandals and I hated it. The gross display of material wealth and waste was incomprehensible and I ended up leaving the party in tears. Also, we went on a day trip to Harbour Island, where there was pink beaches.
From the journal:
"OK, I'm in the Bahamas for my friend Tara's wedding. So we get here at about 12:30 p.m. today and find out that our luggage did not arrive with us. Sweet. Me and Brian decide to hike in from the airport so that we don't get jipped. We just walk north until we get to a beach, any beach. It's hot and we're still wearing pants and long sleeves when suddenly, like an oasis in the desert comes a liquor store! We purchase the local brew, ask the guys at the store how to find the city bus and drink up on a random beach. Later, we finally decide to catch a bus. It brings us righ where we wanna be and a guy we meet on the bus takes our empties and puts them in the back of some guy's truck. He gets mad and we go away, check in to our hotel. Funny. Later on, we go eat with Tara, Matt, Lucy and her boyfriend."