"Costa del Sol," Reno replied, almost immediately. "Nice, warm, sunny beaches, that kinda stuff. Makes up for the snow an' me landin' on my ass so many times while we're skiin', yo."

A pause for consideration.

"Unless gamblin' was a little more your speed. The Gold Saucer ain't too far from there, an' I got more than enough Gil to handle the admission price for you, man. We can bet on chocobo races."

See, all you really had to do in order to find happy tourist traps on Reno's world was check out a completely different continent. And ignore the cities sitting in ruin along the way.