Today I had to wait for a few hours at the Tiete bus station, in Sao Paulo. I was reading “The Blank Slate” by Steven Pinker, a not so good portuguese translation, in a coffee shop.

The cool thing about this coffee shop is that they had a big piano, which was open for anyone who wanted to play it. When I arrived, a kid was playing nicely, and kept on it for almost an hour. After he left, a guy dressed as a bus driver sat down and played for a while as well.

I wish I could play the piano too. When I was about 10, I took maybe 2 or 3 months of classes, but then stopped. Mom says it was because at the time we could not afford to buy a piano, which I needed to progress further. Oh well.

I wonder if I’m still capable of learning it to any acceptable degree.