We departed the bus on the highway in La Cruz, crossed the road, and walked down the hill towards the water. The focal point of the small village is the modern marina which has rows and rows of slips for large boats and small.
We walked along the concrete malecon that bordered the new marina until we reached the beach at the end of the walkway.
Here a row of pangas lined the deserted beach. In the distance, I saw the condo building I'd almost booked. When I was deciding where to stay in the area, the info I read listed La Cruz as a small Mexican fishing village, so I immediately thought Isla Mujeres! All I can say is that Craig and I were a little relieved that the La Cruz condo was booked and we ended up at the fab penthouse in the heart of Bucerias. La Cruz was just a little too sleepy!
La Cruz Zocalo
After a short bus ride, we were back in Bucerias is less than 15 minutes, just in time for lunch at Sweet Things, some lounger time in the sun at the pool, and my daily seaglass hunt.
Once you've been there, then you know! Let sleeping dogs lie.