Helloooo Belize! I am Tagurrit, AKA Bill, and I am exploring the possibility of leaving Uncle Sugar for good and all. Portugal? Dey spika de strange language dare. Espana? Better but far away across an unforgiving sea. Costa Rica? Close to the Equator and rich Americanos and fugitives, usually same persons, live there. Belize? Ahhh English is official language. Drive to Arizona even if it means Narcotraffiker shoot out the whole way! People seem to have the right attitude, i.e. FU, i.e.2. like Arizona in 1900, "we're here, get used to us!" All that's missing are the six guns and that's not necessarily a bad thing (I grew up in Aurora, Co). Or what am I missing? Some subtle insidious poison in the water? Restrictive laws about having more than one girlfriend at the same time, with stocks and pillory punishments? Everything I like illegal? Secret police? Gestapo in leather jackets (or leather shorts)? Your papers please at every bus stop? Carbon monoxide in the dive tanks? What? Please help me with opinions if not strategies. Open to one and all. I won't pay attention but then who does? Yrobtsvt, AKA Bill