What is it about vacation that makes us go insane? Suddenly we think all 24 hours of the day need to be filled with excursions, museums, eating, drinking, seeing and doing things. I propose a new way of travel – one that involves tossing the itinerary and melting into a pool lounger, Aperol Spritz in hand.

For the past three years, my sister and I have taken a trip to the island of Oahu, Hawaii. A seemingly unrealistic idea at first (wait, can you just go to Hawaii?) has now become a beloved tradition that we start daydreaming about as soon as we're back on the mainland.