Walking uphill, downhill, but never in a straight line, the geography of Olympos makes the procession of the icons particularly challenging. The menfolk carry the big icons, while the boys carry Byzantine and Greek flags. Young girls in their colorful attire follow. At each chapel on the route, Father Yiannis kneels and prays. “That’s how it was done in the old days,” says Irini. “You asked God for rain, for a good harvest.” In Olympos, they do it still. The procession snakes through a canyon and climbs up to reach the other side of the village, with cries of ‘Christ is risen’ echoing through the hills. For those watching and waiting at the last stop, a chapel high up by the old windmills, the procession is so far as to look like ants, impossibly far below.