A lifetime is not enough, yet, a couple of hours is a lot, if only one could decide what to do. It's sufficient time for a good hike, a gourmet meal, or a refreshing siesta. It's also long enough to experience some art. That's the ticket! I let the light Madrid drizzle soak me as I await entry to the Reina Sofía museum and ponder the meaning of art. Why are some works more enjoyable than others, and why does the cult of personality persist around certain artists? Why do crowds gather around Salvador Dali's paintings and not Gerard Vulliami or Oscar Dominguez, whose surreal art is equally intriguing? Or why are Mondrian's abstract lines and colors more popular than Leger or Gleizes? Two hours is long enough to decide I don't care for Margarita Azurdia, and that I prefer Picsso's later work to his early paintings. It's also long enough for many other things. You just have to decide. Perhaps you can have a great conversation and enjoy a donut (or two) with a close friend, or distant relative. What will you do with your next two hours?