The Irish aren't too keen on road signs.

First, we got lost on an Irish country road:

One lane with lush greenery on either side. If another car comes, one vehicle drives in reverse until you find a place to pull over. It is simultaneously terrifying and thrilling.

Then we came across an abandoned structure on the side of the road:

There was a small inlet in the road next to it, so we decided to take a break from driving and enjoy the scenery. Behind the building was a gorgeous hill:

We decided that we had to climb it; it was just sitting there. So we hopped a fence:

and went running up the hill, trying to avoid clumps of manure and keeping our eyes open for errant sheep or cows.

The view from the top of the hill was breathtaking:

A glance to our left revealed a private residence, complete with a picture window overlooking the exact hill we were standing on. Before our trespass was discovered, we made a break for it:

Kalli, Aditya, and I went sprinting down the hill, back to the car, laughing the entire way.

The purpose of Sunday's excursion was to visit a tomb in Newgrange which predates the Egyptian pyramids by 500 years. By the time we found the tomb, tickets for the day were sold out. They are given on a first come, first serve basis, and our little detour probably forced us to miss out. Had we been there 25 minutes earlier, we would have made it. None of us was that disappointed, however. We had a fun drive, a great lunch, and saw the green hills and sheep farms that we came to Ireland for. It was a wonderful Sunday.