On the old road to the volcano is a place called the Secret Garden. It is a quiet little place.
There are native plants for sale. (I wish I could figure out how to bring one back to the US.) There are also two small labyrinths and a dry river bed filled with these small rock sculptures.
Some are haphazardly constructed and it is a wonder they are standing at all. Others seem almost to defy gravity with their construction. Each one is peaceful and contemplative on its own.
