There is one thing you must do when you visit. In Honolulu, you must climb watch sunset from the House Without a Key or visit Pearl Harbor or take surfing lessons. You must, say your friends. If you do not, you will be cheating yourself. You have probably said it, too.
The truth is that there is nothing that you must do. If you want to visit Paris but skip the Mona Lisa, be my guest. I will not gasp. I will not mock you for it. If you want to fly all of the way to the Caribbean and never leave your all-inclusive resort, please to enjoy. That may not be for me, but it is your trip, not mine.
In Waikiki, I walked by the Cheesecake Factory, and wondered why anyone would fly to a remote island to eat there, when there is one 4 miles from my house. But then I realized that I am not everyone and that everyone does not have a Cheesecake Factory in their city. I forgot that to eat anywhere outdoors in January is a treat. I used to eat Sbarro pizza every day I visited Chicago. We had none in Champaign, and that, to me, was what Chicago was all about.
The Sunday paper will command You absolutely must . . . Your friends will do the same. Make a note of their don’t miss sites, then choose your own adventure with or without their guidance. And, by the way, the Mona Lisa looks the same in person as in your textbook, except for the crowds.