I was going to suggest a tropical island not just for the weather, but also 'cause it would level the playing field somewhat as far as travel expenses are concerned.
However, it's hard to go past Ingolf's suggestion. It'd be a pilgrimage of sorts, and the true home must therefore be the destination.
Let's face it, as long as there's beer everyone'd be happy.
Unfortunately I doubt the trip will be possible for me as it's taken 30 years just to buy the gear to make music, and I'm not even quite done yet. Such is the price one can pay for going too hard too young; long-term illness isn't a party, after all.
That said, wherever it may be, if it happens, you can bet I'll be there in spirit, attempting to vicariously enjoy myself as an unashamed Kemper Fan Boi of the highest order.