Believe it or not, beach. Something about the cool rushing of the ocean, the sun overhead, the warm sand between my toes... It's oddly calming and wonderful. I can't get enough of it.
But then again, if I had Ringo with me... Probably movie theater. For reasons I will not specify at this time.
Liverpool, Hamburg, John Lennon's underwear drawer, and the Cavern Club are definitely on the list. Oh, and John, George, and Ringo. I'm not on the list because I'm way too awesome to be just one wonder. Ha.
Well, let's see.. Something very weird. Like, "Look out behind you" or "shut up, you prat". Obviously, the latter would be secretly snuck onto John Lennon's dinner plate.