Every stone on the bridge had a story to tell about its travelers through the centuries. As we stood there observing it, we could imagine all the different chariots and caravans that would have passed through it, maybe making their way to the sea, and then proceeding to Italy or Greece by ship. It would be no surprise if some bold English traveler of the 18th century even passed through it. But then the barking of a dog from a nearby house made us snap back into reality; the bridge, as interesting as it was, was not our final destination. It was time for us to continue our journey to the waterfall.