In the Irish spirit of “Carpe Diem” a group of us made one final excursion, this time to The Copper Coast and Mahon Falls. Each of these destinations is on the southern coast of the island but is distinctively beautiful. The Copper Coast gets its names for its once mined metal industry. The word “Industry” portrays imagery converse to its stunning shoreline. I sat there admiring it, starring off into the clear ocean water. I was sitting at the end of the vast world; a grain of sand on an ocean washed shore. On the ride to Mohan Falls, I sat and thought about the triviality of any one being in this infinite world. Perhaps Keats sat upon this same shore in his own realization.
We stopped at the Mahon Falls on our way back to the hotel. Who knew that this natural wonder was right in our backyard? Mahon Falls is a sixty-meter waterfall that rushes over a divergence of small mountains. There is beauty in the symmetry. The air made my lungs proud as I gazed upon the mystic setting. Even the water tasted more pure.
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