A couple of days ago we paid our annual visit to La Cruz, a quaint little fishing village half an hour north of NV. Sunday is market day and they have some great food. We walked to the corner to catch a “collectivo” and then transferred to another one. These are small commercial passenger vans running local routes continuously. As few Mexicans own cars, these are well used by the locals. It took about 30 minutes and cost about $6 CDN.
The cobble stone streets in La Cruz are dusty and hot. We found our way to the local parish and attended a Mass. The church was filled with smiling kids and their parents. Average age attending I would guess was late 30s. The priest was very engaging and the kids loved him. Nice soloist and guitar music. Another great mystical cultural experience here.
We continued onto the market. It winds its way for half a km on a narrow isthmus between Banderas Bay and a large marina. We knew exactly what we were looking for so did not daly. Finally we found it. Takes a look. Can you guess?
The paella was delicious and well worth the long walk! There is also a huge fish market here where you can buy fresh fish. We then headed to our favorite stop, the Octopus Garden Hostel, an eclectic, relaxing and charming place run by a British lady named Aruna. Trees grow through the roof in the courtyard; there are several cats and a large turtle; a fountain spews water lazily; it is cool, friendly and shady; they have a great book exchange.
We chatted with Aruna for half an hour. They have 22 beds that she and her partner rent out with the help of several volunteers. Most of the clients are retirees. It is a nice escape from the real world that we look forward to popping into each year.
Not to give you the wrong idea, but here is the little joke about La Cruz which is no doubt true. Great place to visit in the moment while here.
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