The cost of an apartment renters’ insurance in Mexico depends on the things that you have in the apartment. For example, if you have really expensive pieces of furniture, insurance is going to cost you a little bit more. The average renters’ insurance in Mexico is around 5,000 pesos ($250) yearly. .png)
How can I say this politely and politically correct way?... It’s hell. 
The cost to eat at restaurants here in Cayo has a wide range. You can have barbecue chicken at the roadside for $5 Belize (US $2.50). We like eating at the roadside restaurants, which are pretty much the only fast food option that we have here in Cayo. They serve meals with corn tortilla or wheat tortilla with either barbecue chicken or pork. Each of them has their own secret recipe for the sauce. You will find some eateries that are very busy and you will find some where there is....png)
The cost for landline phone service in Portugal is about €10 to €20 (US $10.75 to $21.70 or £7.21 to £14.42), which would give you unlimited calls within Portugal.
Macarena Rose: The Oprah of San Ignacio, Cayo District, Belize
What happens when you mix two years of shamanic work, 12 peacocks, zero chickens, 42 animals on two acres, five cats, five dogs, two biological children, six adopted children, a 10 day fact finding tour, a move with 10 animals, two teenagers, one best friend from high school and four containers, 10 minutes to be in the jungle (12 without seeing a snake), and five House Hunter’s International, with one caring, remarkable woman? Read on, and find out, as Jet Metier...
My husband pulled our high-top white van with the dogs in the backseat into the Pemex, the ubiquitous gas stations of Baja California, Mexico. We were returning to the outskirts of La Paz, a busy little town that fronts a bay and is held in by the mountains. He spoke in Spanglish to the attendant about the price of gas as the van was serviced. I sat inside, drowsy from a day of walking along soft surf. From my side of the van, I watched a woman approach the car to the right of me....
Bless me, Father. It has been ten years since my last confession. Leastwise, that was when I committed the ‘sin’ of my exodus from Philadelphia, PA to the Promised Land of Belize. You see, Father, that little coastal country hanging below Mexico laid before me a sensual temptation. With the strength of the mythical Sirens, it lured me with its enchantingly sweet ‘singing’ about sunny days and more-for-the-money lifestyle.