I eat in the little terrace of The Lab Café, a café that seems tome better than the food stands of the WTC Mall. Lentil soup, an egg croston, avocado and mar- acuyá juice with a delicious cappucci- no. I look at the sea in the background, and I discover it is brownish, but of course it isn’t the sea, but an American styled river mouth. I take a cab (each one has its route, but I know the price, calculate and it adds up… they don’t scam you… it’s around 160/180 pesos… 4€). I reach the Museo Nacional de Artes Visuales, the MNAV, still with sunlight. It is next to FADU, but as I saw them on different days, I paid no attention to their close- ness. In the permanent exhibition room I see the works by Torres García, Pedro Blanes Viale and Carlos Alberto Castel- lanos, halfway between Anglada Ca- marasa and Joaquin Mir. On the upper floor there id Gustavo Vázquez and his exhibit Huellas (Clifft-like) and a Tabares anthology (resembling Haring’s graffi- ti and comic books). I coincide with a school trip (I always liked to see children in museums). The teacher tells them, right in front of an abstract painting collection “Since you can’t see people, houses, or animals, you can imagine whatever you want”. And that is indeed art’s power… To imagine what you want. I go out into the garden. If I had to pick something from America, I would choose its trees… the Colombian ceibas, the Mexican tule trees, the Chilean araucarias… As Wil- liam Ospina said in El país de la canela, “America, unlike Europe, doesn’t grow forests with just one kind of tree”. Llego al Museo Nacional de Artes Visuales, el MNAV con sol. Está al lado de la FADU. I reach the Museo Nacional de Artes Visuales, the MNAV, still with sunlight. It is next to FADU. t5118