Torremolinos. I'd be a genuine beach bum there, no visible means of support...enjoying the wonderful, warm Costa Del Sol sun, and drinking San Miguel XV out of a giant stein in a sidewalk bistro. At night, I'd join the crowd for tapas at some bar, and then go dancing with some drop-dead gorgeous Spanish girls at the discos when they start hoppin' at midnight, and this time, I wouldn't have to worry about some friggin' curfew, like back on my ship before midnight, like goddamn Cinderella.
I only wish you folks could have even one tenth of the fun I had back in the old days.