Living in a big city has been an adjustment for me. I grew up in a town of oh, 8,000 or so. Then during seminary our community was rather small, even though Jackson was a much bigger town that I was used to. Yazoo City was anything but a big town. Even if you didn't know every single person in town, you had some connection to everyone you saw. I really like and miss living in a small town.
St. Petersburg is definitely not what you would call a small town! I think it's possible to walk on the same street at the same time every day and see different people every day. Getting to know people in a big city is sometimes difficult, too; although it might be easier if you actually speak the same language fluently. But the other day when we were shopping in the fruit and vegetable market, St. Petersburg got a little smaller. One of the ladies that works at a certain stand actually remembered me from several weeks ago! She asked me if I wanted Granny Smith apples again this time. I was so impressed! I felt significant to my surroundings. Realizing that someone who doesn't have to remember me for any particular reason really did remember me was fun. She also gave Isaiah a mandarin (for free!) and played with him a little bit and said that he was a good boy, so she must have good judgment.