I learned years ago there was nothing restful about a family vacation. One kid gets sick, the other one won't eat, wife cracks a tooth, the only thing people want to do is buy cheap souvenirs for overrated prices and eat at MacDonalds. They could care less about the serenity of the mountains, or the restful sounds of waves at the beach. Luckily those days are over. Being a widower, I travel by myself. It's very relaxing.