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?