My Aunt doesn't look like the strongest Girl on the block, but we've nicknamed her 'The Goat' after she practically ran up Croagh Patrick and walked many a mountain during her time in Greece.
On one of her many morning walks she found a very small wooden Greek Orthodox church off a small dirt road at the top of a tall hill. It really was a gem with the most beautiful views.
Underestimating the walk/climb involved she suggested we all take a visit one day during our holiday. This would have been tough on an ordinary day however I'd just been given antibiotics by a Greek doctor after falling ill. This walk, was utter pain. My Aunt felt needlessly bad for having suggested it, but she was right, the experience at the end of the walk was inspiring.
Shortly before the end of what felt like the longest walk of my life, I spotted the church through the trees. I felt so sick that it seemed like a religious vision in itself ;o)