Aw, that's really sweet, Grondy!
As for me... the college I went to had a "holiday" called Mountain Day. This was a beautiful autumn day when the President of the college would decide the weather was nice enough and the students were stressed enough, and she would have the chapel bells rung at seven in the morning to tell us there were no classes, and we were all to go off hiking and picking apples and other healthy New England things.
Well, my first year I had a paper to write, my sophomore year my roommate was sick so we stayed home and watched movies, junior year... um... don't remember but nothing exciting, so by senior year we were ready for the full Mountain Day experience. My two best friends (one of them was the sick roommate, so she had earned a fun day too) and I piled into the car, headed off to a local mountain, and thoroughly exhausted ourselves hiking and deer-spotting and looking out over the entire Pioneer Valley (this was the Berkshires, so we're talking stunningly beautiful rolling hills and mountains). We could see all the way to Hartford (we were in Massachusetts, that's in Connecticut, for those less familiar with New England geography). And the roommate-friend is a geologist, so she told us funny geology stories (yes, really) about the Valley.
Then we bought some local apples, cider, cheese and maple fudge at a farm stand, got some fresh bread at the French bakery, picked up some cold chicken at the deli, and had a picnic by the Connecticut River. We threw leaves at each other and took naps on the grass, and when it finally got dark we caught fireflies.
And eventually we went home and did our homework, but it was still one of the best days of my life. Good food, good weather, beautiful countryside and the very best of friends.