My own country. Specifically, I'd go to Tucumán. I'd wake up smelling the fresh and pure mountains air and wet grass. I'd feel the cold breeze mixing with the wild flowers. I'd hear birds, cows, horses far away. I'd get up and I'd have a huge and so Argentinian breakfast. I'd go out and ride a horse for hours. I'd walk along the lake and just enjoy the simple things, and I'd feel lucky to have all these too close. :) I went there twice, marvellous.