In California we have the greatest man ever. His name is Huell Howser, and he hosts a show called "California's Gold."
With one cameraman, a mic, and no hosting skills in the slightest Huell goes to all sorts of places, from the Golden Gate Bridge to the Horseradish Parade in some podunk town of 200 people. And no matter where he goes, he's as excited as a kid on Christmas and while you watch his show on PBS, for those 30 min you really think that some run down light house, Armenian laundromat, or ice-cream shop is the most interesting place on Earth.
Today they showed an episode where he visited my crappy home town and toured the local Indian pueblo tourist trap. I'd been there a dozen times, but watching this man rant about it made me want to go again, and maybe live there.