Walking around downtown Toronto, I realized something about myself–I’m totally a country yokel now. Living in a small village on Gozo, I learned to smile at, nod to or greet anybody who you pass in the street. Everybody else does it, and I wanted to fit in.
I guess it doesn’t take very long for that behaviour to become habitual, because I’ve had the impulse to do it here in Toronto. Not on busy streets, obviously, but if I’m out walking early and pass somebody, my impulse is to smile and nod at them. That would never have been the case living in Vancouver.
This is obvious, but big cities obviously discourage this kind of friendly behaviour. It’s a bit of a pity, eh?