This piano has a story. It is not ours you see. Our dear neighbors decided to travel South Africa with their two young boys, giving up jobs, home and school here back home. They kindly asked us if we would like to look after their piano while they were gone. How could we say no?
Our neighbors have extended their adventure, now exploring South America. Their kids are being home schooled as they hitch hike through the land, forests and mountains. Their children now speak French, Portuguese, Spanish, African and English... They inspire me with their journey and I would love to do something similar one day. Just for the fact to prove that we can live an alternative life and we are not forced to follow the system with jobs, school and routines... There is a little bit of a rebel inside of me you see... Dare to be different...
I don't really play the piano but I always wanted to learn as a child. Now my daughter is fulfilling my dream dancing over the keys as a natural. She just sat down and started when the piano arrived that day 16 months ago, taking out tones by ear. And we arranged piano lessons. And now... She blows my mind playing big composers like Bach and Mozart already after only one year of lessons. MOst of the time she makes her own arrangements... It is nice to hear.
It is a wonderful gift to have I think, to be able to play an instrument. To express your moods when words might be hard to find... I so wish I could play too. My Grandfather Bo Rosendahl was a great pianist and composer and worked with Stockholm Symphony Orchestra for many years. My father used to tour Sweden with his rock band. I have ceramic artists, painters and authors in my family tree too so some type of artistry is definitely there genetically... Maybe I should take some lessons as well and then Nelly Bo and me could play duet? That is a nice thought.