As two people who love the adventure side of travel, we don't plan many trips that would be considered super relaxing. Of course, every trip has its own tranquil places, calming qualities, and can't-believe-I'm-actually-here moments, but we usually prefer to spend our days hiking four miles up the side of a mountain (like we did in Italy,) or traversing from place to place. We are very much into the idea of seeing as much as we possibly can and slow travel doesn't really accommodate for that. That being said, there are still places in the world where slow travel is a necessary part of experiencing the local culture and way of life. Bucerías is one of those places.
Bucerías is a tiny town in Mexico just outside of Nuevo Vallarta and Puerto Vallarta, on the west coast of the country. We traveled there in February and were pleasantly surprised to find that neither of us were in a hurry to go anywhere else while we were there. We stayed just outside of town at a resort called Villa del Palmar Flamingos. As frequent AirBnB users, it was nice for once to stay in a resort that catered to us (instead of budgeting and calculating finances before every meal,) but we found that our attention kept drifting back to the small town nearby where we longed to spend most of our time.
Bucerías is just different. It's the type of place where everyone smiles at you, where the locals are happy to talk with you if you can speak any of the language (we found that we ended up speaking a weird combination of Spanish blended with English words while we were there,) where the local art is on display at all hours of the day, and where life is just slower. After traversing Europe for two months this summer, it was amazing to be in one place for two whole weeks without moving. Our mornings were spent grabbing coffee at fresh green juices made with cactus at Cafe Jaba (and honestly the coffee here was so incredible I drank it black which I am never even capable of.) We ended up spending nights out eating at Sandrina's (a mexican restaurant owned by a Greek woman that is covered in Frida Kahlo portraits by various artists and has some of the strongest sangria known to man.) And our days were spent either lounging in the sun, talking with the people who lived in town, and browsing the marketplaces. We grabbed tiny embroidered dresses for my niece, brightly colored scarves in an assortment of colors, and fresh corn tortillas made from scratch. The whole of Bucerías is simply alight with color.
I still don't think I'm much of a resort person, but if I had to pick a place to spend the rest of my days living beneath the sun, I'd surely spend them strolling the streets of Bucerías.