We went on a hike down to a hermitage on the side of a valley. It took us numerous stairs to descend down the valley wall, and about two thirds of the way there we came to this landing sort of area where this rugged cross and old olive tree stand. The valley we were in was incredible enough, and the hermitage was phenomenal (built somewhere around 515 A.D.), but for some reason this scene has stuck with me. I often wondered, while on that hike, why the tree had been planted there. And who had erected the cross. Its an incredible place, one that I felt compelled to tread lightly upon, as it seemed to be holier than other ground. It was a fascinating experience.