I am well into a virtual walking tour from Le Puy, France, to Santiago de Compostela, Spain, with a further trip to Finisterre. I reached Léon, Spain, on April 1, during a long layover at Heathrow Airport on my actual trip from Ithaca to Paris. Right now I'm virtually between Léon and Santiago but actually in Paris. I'm thinking this is sort of like being stuck inside of Mobile while wanting to be in Memphis, which was pretty much the pattern of Bob Dylan's Blonde on Blonde, as I think I remember one reviewer saying, but that was a long time ago.
Neither virtually nor actually, but truly, madly, deeply, I am not stuck anywhere. I am where I want to be--in Paris and in Léon--and there are a few other places I would also like visit all at the same time. I think that's what life is like, and while living in the moment has its benefits it also has its limitations. Why should geography deter us when the mind can fly faster than a speeding bullet or a powerful locomotive?
Three days ago we took a day trip from Paris to Chartres, toured the Cathedral, saw the sights. One sight I didn't expect to see, although perhaps I should have, was a marker in the sidewalk indicating that Chartres is on the route to Santiago de Compostela--not my route, which began much closer to the Spanish border, but the one that starts in Paris. Pilgrims can begin anywhere they want. Where you are is always the starting point, and the journey radiates outward.