It was hard not to notice our destination when we arrived at the gate. We were going to Anguilla!

By now I was almost in tears. Brad had scheduled a week in Anguilla. The weather would be similar to that in San Diego and I missed Casa Amor deeply. Somehow he just knew this destination would be appealing to me.

The flight was short relatively, as I slept most of the way. Part of me wanted to keep my eyes open so as not to miss anything, but the other half knew that I needed the rest.

We arrived down on the tarmac in Anguilla about 6:00 PM. A Jeep with an open top and an escort was there to pick us and our luggage up to ferry us to the hotel. I could simply not believe my eyes when we arrived. Not only had Brad booked the most luxurious hotel on the island, but he also booked us a roof-top villa. The Viceroy Anguilla would be our home for the next seven nights

I could nary believe it! I never wanted to leave!

There were plenty of things to do at the hotel. Restaurants, bars, a spa; you name it, it was available to us at either our fingertips or a concierge phone call away. This was living!

Each morning I got up early and spent time walking the beach and then writing. I was now working on my second novel with the Amish theme. It was challenging; even more so than my first, but day-by-day, I whittled away at the manuscript; page-by-page, chapter-by-chapter.

Would I someday have two credits to my name?

By the time we finished our tour northward thru North Dakota, it was time for a break. To date, we had sold over 371,000 copies, and I was more than profitable at this point.

Brad and I decided we would go south for a few weeks and rest. He had just the place in mind, and made the reservations. It would be a surprise for me, and the only thing I had to worry about was getting my things together.

Being on tour was amazingly fun and exhilarating, but I was ready for a break. We would drive from North Dakota to our destination. I was still calling my Dad each day, and he was still keeping me abreast of the numbers; especially those that he could look up online. He was excited for me and how the book uplifted me both personally and professionally. Brad was also proud. He had been in my shoes before, but there is nothing like the first time.

As we drove, I fell into almost a meditative state. Looking out the window in a clam car with Brad at the helm was soothing. We would stop occasionally, but mostly I just peered out the window in deep thought.

I missed Brady! I missed Mom! And I missed how proud each of them would have been for me and of me. Dad was a stronghold thru this process and Brad a partner. We had literally (no pun intended) become "two peas in a pod." As we went further and further south, I wondered where we might be going. As we entered Miami, I saw Brad get off the exit to go toward Miami International Airport.

Not only were we going south, we were going south of the border. I began to get extremely excited. Where on earth could we be going?