Hallelujah! The sun has come back! Yesterday it was a bit overcast in the morning, but by 9 a.m. the sun had appeared and it didn’t go away all day. I certainly hope this a trend that continues. All the locals and tourists alike are sick and tired of the rain.

Yesterday was a shopping day. We had lots of little things to go buy. Unfortunately, some of it was things we just purchased not too long ago. For instance, a broom and mop we bought about three months ago were already shot. The broom ends were pointing every which direction, and the mop strings were laying everywhere after you used it.

Keep in mind, brooms and mops only cost about $7-8 bze ($3.50-4.00 usd), but when you have to replace them three or four times a year, deep down you just wish they could make them better quality, charge a little more, and then you could buy them far less often.

However, in Belize, quality is a major issue. Some things just are not made well here, and they tend to break or wear and tear quicker. When you first move here, the joy of saving money on your purchases quickly gets replaced with the realization that you’re probably not saving that much after all. I’m not sure if it’s a faulty manufacturing process, or whether the climate things have to endure is the real culprit (all the heat, humidity, and salt air can damage items quite quickly, especially electronics). It’s probably a combination of both.

And then you have the roads. Most cars and trucks take a real beating on Belizean back streets. All of the highways, and most of the main roads in towns, are paved. But the minute you go off to a neighborhood or the hills, you’ll be on very rocky, muddy, and pothole ridden terrain. This can wreak havoc on your vehicle’s under-carriage, axels, shocks, tires, etc.  This is why the used auto parts business is so big in Belize.

So if you’re planning on relocating to Belize, just be aware of this issue. It’s not like this situation doesn’t exist in the States either. I remember the few times I shopped at Wal Mart and scored a deal, whatever I purchased broke almost immediately. You get what you pay for.

We had new guests check in at The Kumquat Cottage yesterday. They had started their vacation in Placencia and told us it had been raining there the whole time as well. They were super excited to see the sun.

I find that most tourists who visit the Cayo District are here to see the many ruins we have, like Xunantunich, Cahal Pech, Caracol, and Tikal (nearby in Guatemala). Or they want to see the caves, like Barton Creek or ATM. Or others want to go hiking at Guanacaste National Park or Blue Hole National Park (which also has swimming).

Since we have a three-night minimum stay for the cottage, a lot of folks come here and can’t possibly squeeze everything they want to do into one visit, so I either tell them to stay longer or come back again to visit.

When you’re on vacation, do you like to relax or be active?

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This is a picture of my muddy road!

I was also enjoying the nice weather while I was walking as well. I can’t tell you how sick everyone is of the rain here. It is unseasonably late to be raining in Cayo. Last year this time it was beautiful. Not that it’s really cold or anything, but everything is muddy and sloppy. It doesn’t even pay to wash your car. And doing laundry is a real challenge since the sun hardly is coming out at all right now. Can’t wait for the season to change!

Even the cover of the book looks pretty crazy!

After my massage, my therapist offered to lend me some books to read. She had a whole bookshelf full. I absolutely love to read, but I’ve been pretty bad about visiting the San Ignacio Public Library. It’s actually a pretty nice library, but definitely on the small side compared to what I’m used to in the States. Still, it probably has many good things worth reading – I just need to go check it out.

The two books I got were “Flesh and Blood,” by Jonathan Kellerman, a nice drama novel (my favorite kind); and “Coyote Blue,” by Christopher Moore, which according to my therapist, is a real hoot!

After my massage, my left ear started really bothering me. I was in a great deal of pain, and very upset that I may be getting another ear infection. For those of you who don’t know, I spent most of last year with a double ear infection, until I travelled back to the States and got medication for it.

Per that doctor’s recommendation, I have been using a mixture of alcohol and vinegar daily in my ears to keep the bacteria from reappearing, as well as to keep the ear dry, along with cotton balls in my ears while I shower. And I never, ever swim! So I was a bit depressed that this may be happening again.

Unfortunately, it mimicked flu like effects, so it pretty much ruined my weekend. Lucky for Nige, his brother was in town Saturday night, so he went and hung out with him, while I just took it easy in bed.

Darn Giants!

Sunday was the Super Bowl, but I was still so tired and sick that I fell asleep early while watching it. I guess that was a good thing though, since those dastardly Giants that beat my 49ers won. I certainly hope next weekend has better things in store for me!

Have you ever read any of the books I mentioned? Without giving it away, good, bad, or indifferent?

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To wrap up my week’s worth of blogs on my recent trip to Chetumal, Mexico, I thought it would be interesting for you to read about some of the observations I made about the city; some of the contrasts and comparisons to Belize; and one or two surprises it had in store for me.

Size: For some reason, I had always pictured Chetumal as this little town on the border of Belize – just a town square, some hotels, and a big mall with lots of shopping. Imagine my surprise when I saw just how huge it is! Chetumal is home to about 135,000 residents, and it is sprawling. I’d estimate it is roughly the same size in miles as Oakland, CA, where I’m from, which is also a sprawling city. Funny how preconceptions can be so far off!

Taxi System: In Belize, the only way you can generally tell if a car is a taxi is by looking at its green license plate – most simply do not have a sign on their cars. In Chetumal, however, all of the taxis are the same color – a white car with a yellow wrap-around ribbon and black letters that say “Taxi,” and a light on top of the car. You can have any make or model of car you want, but it must be painted as I just described. It makes finding a taxi very easy.

Also, they apparently stick to a fee schedule, that several drivers pulled out when we asked how much to carry us to a certain place. This all but virtually rules out competition, although we know for a fact one or two drivers charged us more than they were supposed to. Still, taxis are so cheap here, it’s a tough way to make a buck. Which is why many of them will double up fares. Several times they took on an extra passenger in the front seat of our cab.

Just like in Belize, fuel stations don’t list their prices in Mexico, so we can’t be sure what their profit margin is, but given the cost of gas world-wide, it can’t be much.

Dogs: The absolute lack of roaming dogs was a very pleasant surprise to me. Unlike Belize, where most dogs do not have owners and roam the streets unattended, I only saw two stray dogs my entire four days in Mexico. This means either they keep them as pets, or they are better at disposing of the strays. I’m not sure which. Chetumal residents, overall, seemed to be far better off economically, so I’m hoping it is the former.

Toilet Seats: You’ve heard me lament before that Belize bathrooms can be inconsistent when it comes to having toilet paper, paper towels, and soap – but at least they almost always have toilet seats! I cannot tell you how many restaurant and public bathrooms I went into where the seat was missing. This is just plain gross, folks, and I for the life of me can’t figure out the reason why, since toilet seats are very cheap (like $5-6 usd). After a few glasses of wine, straddling a bowl is not easy, let me tell you!

I will say, however, that not one of the bathrooms I went in was missing tp, soap, or paper towels, so that’s a plus on their side.

Friendliness: Overall, Chetumalans are not very friendly. We must have taken over half a dozen taxi rides, and not one driver spoke to us. No, “How are you,” or “Where are you from?” Just drive like a maniac and get us to our destination as quick as possible.  In the mall, if I tried to smile at someone, I would not get a return smile. Walking on the street, same thing. The wait staffs and hotel employees were generally friendly, but that was about it. I must say, in Belize, people are much friendlier, and I really missed that. Frankly, Chetumal reminded me a lot of the States in this regard.

So next week I will be back to my regular blogs. I hope you’ve enjoyed travelling along with me on my journey to Chetumal, and I’m sure one day I’ll be back, as overall I had a great time. Living in Belize has given me access to so many different cultures, I really count myself fortunate.

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Located on Avenida Heroes in Chetumal.

For our final day in Chetumal, we had planned to go right across the street from the Holiday Inn and visit El Museo de la Cultura Maya (The Mayan Culture Museum), as Nige is part Mayan and always fascinated by his history.

Unfortunately for him, they were closed on Monday’s. We were pretty bummed we missed doing that, so it’s on the list for our next visit. Right next to the museo is the “old” market (I never did find out where the “new” one is), and we had yet to check out the wares being offered there.

We still needed to find a gift for Nige’s mom, so we went to check things out. It was pretty similar to all the places we’d gone to on Avenida Heroes (our hotel’s street), but we did find a very pretty blouse with a belt for her for $170 pesos ($14 usd).

After that, it was time to get on the road. Since we mostly took taxis the entire time we were in Chetumal, we had no idea how to get back out (next time we’re bringing a map), so we hired a taxi driver to lead us (yes, you can do that). He charged $70 pesos, and it was worth every penny.

At the border, you stop, go to an immigration booth, they check your passport and make sure you haven’t been in Mexico longer than seven days (if you have, you must pay an exit fee), and then they let you on through. Very simple.

Overall, our Chetumal trip was very fun and cultural. I got to practice my Spanish, which I always enjoy doing (I took four years of it in high school).  In fact, when I first was looking at relocating to another country, one of my main goals was to relocate somewhere so I could learn to speak Spanish fluently. Moving to Belize has not really helped me with the endeavor, as most Belizeans speak either English or Kriol, but being close to both the Guatemalan and Mexican borders does give me some opportunities to practice.

Other highlights of our trip were all the things Nige got to do for the first time:

-          Ride an elevator. We were on the 3^rd floor at the Holiday Inn, and on the first ride up, he said, “Wow, that was quick!” So cute!

-          Ride an escalator. Inside of Liverpool’s, one of the stores at the Plaza las Americas (kind of like Macy’s in the States), we had occasion to ride one. Nige told me, “I hope I don’t trip getting on it.” He did just fine.

-          See a motion picture on the big screen. This was probably the thing he enjoyed the most. He’d never seen a screen that big or heard a sound system like that. And the chairs with the cup holders were pretty cool too.

-          Stay in a hotel suite. Staying in hotels period is new to Nige, since prior to meeting me, he didn’t travel. Normally when we do travel, we try to keep it budget, but since we were in Mexico and you can get more value for your money, I decided to splurge and get a suite for $135 usd. He was enthralled with the mini-bar in the room, but I told him not to go crazy, as those are probably expensive, even in Mexico. And he loved the bedding and pillows. Being with someone from a different culture really helps me not take things for granted that I used to. It’s a lesson for all of us.

-          Room service – nuff said!

This won’t be my last trip to Chetumal, I’m sure. I still have more places to go to and things to see there. Tomorrow I will do one final blog on it and tell you about some of the things that surprised me the most about Chetumal. Then on Monday, I’ll be back to my normal blogs.

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The Golden Arches in Mexico!

We started our day with breakfast at McDonalds, which is located right at the Plaza las Americas, the largest shopping mall in Chetumal, by far.  Originally, he was going to have an Egg McMuffin, but I convinced him that the Sausage McMuffin is much better, so he took my advice. He had no idea what a meal deal was, so I did the ordering.

The entrance to Chetumal's McDonalds

When we sat down to ate, he asked me what that little brown crisp thing on the plate was. I explained to him that was an American hash brown. He devoured it and thought it was quite good. Besides the employees speaking Spanish, everything was a typical cookie cutter McDonalds, and you’d never know you were in Mexico.

Looks like a pretty typical McDonalds to me

Next, we had a whole list of items we wanted to buy – some for us and some for Nige’s brother. We started with Chedraui. Now, I have never heard of this store, but it’s basically Mexico’s Target. We found some of the items we were looking for, like a pair of bedroom slippers for Nige (he’s been coveting mine that I brought back from the States since October), Hanes T-shirts and underwear for men, eye makeup remover, face lotion, a version of Chapstick (but not the real deal), short grain rice for a neighbor who wants to make sushi, and two bottles of wine ($199 pesos/$16.58 usd), also for a friend.

The Plaza las Americos Mall

We got a shirt for his sister as a gift, and we each bought a pair of sunglasses for ourselves, since his broke, coincidentally, on the trip here, and mine were already falling apart. We couldn’t, however, find any of the items on his brothers list, so we left Chedraui and spent the next couple hours going from store to store, trying to find Puma sandals, a nice belt, US sport team hats, and a pair of good cleats.

I’m sad to report that we completely struck out. Unfortunately, Chetumal does not have the kind of clothing and shoe options from the States that we had understood were available. In addition, I really wanted to pick up some new shorts, since that’s all I wear in Belize, practically, but could not find a single pair that would fit me. Apparently, size 14’s or above are not possible to be found in the mall (I certainly saw plenty of women in the mall bigger than that, so I wonder where they shop? Maybe I should have asked them).

Me relaxing in the pool after a hard day of shopping!

Exhausted from our efforts, and somewhat defeated in our lack of success, we headed back to the hotel and enjoyed an afternoon swimming in the hotel pool. We then headed back to the mall that evening and took in a movie, Nige’s first ever at a theatre! We chose to see one of the few English speaking films, “Blitz,” with Jason Statham, one of our favorite actors. The movie was so-so, but the experience was well worth it.

Sorry, Jason, not your best performance.

After the movie, we went back to Restaurant Row and had dinner at La Curva. I originally had wanted to go to another restaurant, but apparently Sunday is a slow night in Chetumal, so many of the places were closed. As it turns out, we were the only ones in the restaurant that evening.

Octopus (Pulpo) Ceviche

We started with an appetizer of “pulpo (octopus)” ceviche for $150 pesos ($12.50 usd,) and since they didn’t sell wine by the glass, I had to buy a bottle of it for $170 pesos ($14.16 usd), which is just about what I pay for a bottle in Belize. I had a tasty meatless pasta entrée, and Nige had Fettuccine Alfredo with Shrimp. I cook a version of this for him at home, and he said he liked mine much better, as the version he ordered was far too heavy (he earned points for that comment)!

Calixa Wine, on the advice of a friend, is very good indeed!

After such an “Americanized” day, I must say that it left me feeling the same way I felt when I visited the States – unimpressed. I really don’t know what the big deal is about eating fast food, buying name brand products, or sitting in an air-conditioned theater paying a premium for a movie we can watch at home for $3.00 bze ($1.50 usd).

Of course, it was fun because Nige had never done most of this stuff before, but if not for him, I can live without all of it. I love living in Belize because of the lack of this commercial lifestyle, and I don’t need to seek it out to satisfy some need, or because I miss certain things. I personally like the more simple life Belize has to offer, and if I never have another Sausage McMuffin the rest of my life, I’ll be ok.

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Bacalar's Pier and Lagoon.

Personally, I had never heard of Bacalar before, but now that I have been, I must say, it is one of the best kept secrets in Mexico! Bacalar is located on a lagoon. It has the quintessential Caribbean blue waters, with varying shades of turquoise, and is simply breathtaking.

Nige chillin at the Restaurante Magico

Immediately upon arriving, I felt completely relaxed. We settled in to a table at the Restaurante Magico, supposedly the best location in Bacalar for the public to go, according to our taxi driver. At first, we were the only ones there. But soon, the place really started filling up, and by 1:00 p.m., was packed!

The palapa tables line the whole lagoon right in front of the restaurant.

Right in front of the restaurant there were many concrete patio tables with palapa umbrellas. The locals would bring their coolers full of beer and snacks, go swimming, and hang out on a Saturday afternoon. I can’t imagine any restaurant in the U.S. allowing people to use their tables and then not buy anything – but here in Bacalar, it’s perfectly acceptable.

Sharon in Bacalar!!

Tons of vendors were walking around, selling everything from purses, to jewelry, to cotton candy (I kid you not!). I bought a cute little velvet purse and an anklet (couldn’t resist).

Nige's new "sun" hat!

We opted for a light lunch and shared a Coctel de Camarón (Shrimp Cocktail). After lazing in the sun all day, it was time to go. Before we did, we stopped at a couple of the “tiendas” (stores), and I bought a really cute bathing suit for $15 usd, and Nige got several shirts and a hat.

Hard to see a good view of the boulevard in front, but Botana's Restaurante is lined with those cute little posts w/ lights.

Later that night, since we were starving after basically not eating much at all the whole day, we decided to head down to what the locals referred to as “restaurant row.” It’s near the Water Taxi Terminal and the Parque del Renacimiento, and is quite lively on a Saturday nights. There were tons of street vendors selling food, rides for the kids, and a couple of street performers.

The tray of "stuff" you get when you order Arrachera at Botanas.

We chose to eat at Botanas, since we were told they had some of the best Arrachera around. I have to say, it wasn’t as good as Diaz’s Restaurant from the previous night, but their chilled red wine certainly was, and I helped myself to a few glasses, while sitting back and watching the traffic go by in this very vibrant area. Perfect ending to a perfect day!

Me enjoying my wine and man on a beautiful evening in Chetumal!

To read about our first day in Chetumal, Click Here.

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This is the sign we saw on the Belize side - for some reason it made me laugh!

We, however, were going mostly to relax and have fun, but were going to try and squeeze a little shopping in. Our drive to Chetumal was fairly uneventful. Takes about 3 ½ hours from San Ignacio Town to reach the border. Once at the border, you must park your car (we were driving across), go check out with Belize immigration, get back in your car, drive over the border, park your car again, fill out a Mexican Immigration Form, get your passport stamped, and then you are allowed to enter Mexico. No fees, and it only took about 30 minutes total.

On our way to Mexico!!

Also while at the border, it’s a good idea to exchange your money. We were given a exchange rate of $6.00 pesos for every Belize dollar, which was about $.79 less than the internet had quoted, but hey, these guys gotta make a living.

Upon arriving in the downtown area of Chetumal, we were having trouble finding our hotel. Nige went to make a U-turn, and we were immediately pulled over by a motorcycle cop. Oops – no U-turns allowed. Great, so within the first 30 minutes in Mexico, we are in danger of getting a ticket.

We pleaded with the cop, feigning ignorant tourists (which was true) and told him we were trying to find the Holiday Inn. He asked to see Nige’s driver’s license, and when he showed it to him, the cop thought Nige was joking. He couldn’t believe that’s what a Belizean driver’s license looks like (they’re kind of fake looking, honestly).

Here's the view from our hotel room at the Holiday Inn.

He then lead us to the hotel, and while I was inside checking in, Nige somehow managed to get out of the ticket (let’s just say it was pretty painless compared to the alternative). After we were safely ensconced in our room (with a view of the pool), we headed to the onsite restaurant to eat, because by this point, we were starving!

Here's the half corn, half mushroom soup I had. The presentation was beautiful, and it tasted great too!

After that, we got unpacked, relaxed a little bit, and then headed out to walk around town. By now, it was night time, and honestly, the streets looked a little creepy. We weren’t sure if it was safe or not, so we didn’t stray too far from the main drag of Avenida Heroes.

After asking some locals where could we find cervezas and a little snack, we were pointed to a place called Diaz Restaurant. Trying to figure out the menu, the Spanish speaking only waiter called over an English speaking waiter, who we found out later, was the owner! He never once mentioned that fact, and was so nice and helpful to us. He made menu suggestions which were wonderful and told us all about his 23 years of living in Chicago, IL (hence, his perfect English).

Queso Fundido - delish!!

After several beers and a good meal, we were exhausted and called it a night. Our vacation was off to a good start indeed.

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Just to prove my point, I toured my neighborhood only last Sunday, and found four larger churces to share with you. Having said that, there are many, many more smaller churches throughout San Ignacio. Some are so obscure, you’d never know it was a church, with just a few chairs and a pulpit on someone’s front porch.

The Baptist Church right around the corner from my house got a new sign recently.

Here's the church that sign belongs to. See the cute little school bus that offers door-to-door service to the congregation.

Unlike the States where most services are predominantly on Sunday morning, in Belize, night services are much more popular. I suppose this is due in part to the fact that most Belizean citizens must work Monday through Saturday during the day.

Sometimes you have no way of knowing what the denomination is from the church's name. I'm sure anyone is welcome though.

This is the back of the Arms of Love Church. You'll notice upstairs living quarters, which is quite a common occurrence.

This church was in full swing when I took this pic, with very loud music and singing - wouldn't want to be their neighbors on a Sunday morning - but it looked fun!

I can't be certain what denomination this church is either, but I would guess Catholic from the name.

I think the back of this church is prettier than the front - love that inlaid cross!

The most well-known and largest church here is Sacred Heart’s, which is a Catholic Church. Most of the primary schools in Belize are run by the church, so if you plan on moving here with children, and you aren’t of the religious persuasion, home schooling is probably your best option.

Also located here is the Sacred Heart Primary School.

So, if you are thinking of moving to Belize, is access to church something that’s important to you?

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Two times in the last week I have been told by expats who recently relocated to Belize that they are going back home.  Both had been living here about 5-6 months. What most people don’t know is that this happens more than you think.

A very astute expat friend of mine, who also ended up not liking Belize, recently told me, “When you travel and/or relocate, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.”

Herein lays the rub for a lot of expats. Even though you think you want an adventure; even though you are thoroughly fed up with the country where you live; even though you want to downsize and simplify your life; even though you want a better climate or to be closer to nature; even if you want all those things and more, if you end up having a hard time adjusting to the way things are done in your new country of choice, all of the good will not be able to outweigh the bad.

One of the people that is leaving told me, “I could tell you ten things about Belize I love, and ten things about Belize I hate.” Truthfully, couldn’t we all, no matter where we live? But the bottom line is, if you’re not happy, no matter where you are, then you shouldn’t stay.

For me, I’m ten times happier here in Belize than I ever was in the States. There’s so little I really miss about my life there, and so much I’m grateful for about my life here. However, that’s me. If someone doesn’t like living in Belize, it doesn’t make them bad, or Belize bad. It just is what it is.

So, for those of you who follow me closely, this is why I preach about some of the things I do, because the dirty little secret is, relocating to a new country doesn’t always work out. This is why my slogan is “Relocate Without Rose-Colored Glasses.” I try to give a brutally honest portrayal of Belize to anyone who works with me, prior to arriving, so they at least won’t have significantly jarring surprises.

It’s  also why I recommend that you wait six months to one year before doing certain things:

1. Buying property.
2. Buying a business.
3. Shipping your belongings.
4. Major purchases (vehicle, for instance).

There are plenty of people who have done these things, and it has worked out for them. But there’s just as many that are now trapped here, miserable, because they didn’t think they’d be one of those people who couldn’t hack it.

I personally believe that the first six months to a year that you live in a new country, you are technically still in the Research phase. That may sound odd, but it’s true. You are learning so many new things, getting used to how things work, developing a routine, and basically determining if the country measures up to everything you thought it would.

So in case it doesn’t, having an exit plan that doesn’t involve you losing a lot of money or being trapped is always a prudent move. I’m really going to miss the folks that are leaving, but wish them nothing but the best, and I hope they find happiness wherever in the world they end up.

Do you ever wonder about all the people that don’t make it – what went wrong? And more importantly, what are you doing to make sure it doesn’t end up being you?

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Chinese New Year Celebration on Burns Avenue 1/23/12

Upon arriving in downtown San Ignacio Monday, we witnessed a crowd of Chinese people. Some were playing drums, one was setting off firecrackers (right in front of the police, I might add, which they weren’t afraid to do, since the police already had their hands full at the dig site), and another was dressed up as a dragon, in honor of the Year of the Dragon.

2012 is the Year of the Dragon

For those of you who aren’t aware, there is a significant Chinese population in Belize. Most of them are store owners, and just like everywhere else in the world, quite ambitious. In any case, I had fun watching their little display of celebration!

The sign at CET's campus, which is located on Benque Road.

Yesterday we offered to take Nige’s sister, Teri, and his mom over to the Cayo Centre for Employment Training (CET). Teri is now out of college (our version of high school in the States) and needs to start thinking about what she wants to do with her life. Since tourism runs in Nige’s family, she’s interested in taking hotel management classes.

Here's a small peek at the campus - isn't it pretty and clean?

I found the campus to be one of the most clean and organized places I have ever been to in Belize. The bathrooms were spotless, with both toilet paper and paper towels (a rarity). I was starving, so I went and got some tacos at their cafeteria, which is actually an outdoor palapa. The food was not only tasty, but very cheap ($5 bze for two tacos and a soda).

You can barely see what that small sign says, but it's pointing the way to the Minister of Education and Beltraide's offices.

I was amused to see that not only were the facilities used for schooling, but also for the Minister of Education, Beltraide, and Liquor License Board.

We found out that for Teri to take two terms (nine months each) of schooling to get her degree, it would be a $425 bze registration, and then $125 bze a month for her tuition and books.  Altogether, $2675 bze ($1337.50 usd). She will also have to purchase uniforms.

Considering what school costs in the States, that’s a bargain. However, for a lot of Belizeans, it is sadly out of reach. Luckily Nige’s mom has been saving for this, so Teri will be able to attend.

Our new rental house!

I also have wonderful news to report on the rental home front for Nige and I personally. The house in Bullet Tree that we have been looking at does have signal now for cable TV (it was a simple fix the senior technician they sent out made), and it’s a green light for us to move.

What I'm going to get to wake up to everyday

For some reason, I’m oddly nervous. I’m excited about the place – it has everything we need and more. But I guess I’m gonna miss my little ole two bedroom house – Nige and my first one in Cayo. I know, I’m such a sap!

The back view of the house, which faces the river. We'll be renting out at least one of those bottom rooms to tourists or relocation clients.

Have you ever felt glad and sad at the same time about a situation in your life?

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