Trudging down a water-logged street in Vancouver’s West End, peeking out from under my umbrella, clutching a bag of groceries, trying in vain not to soak my sneakers, it’s hard to believe that only three days ago I was standing on the eerie bluffs of South Point on the Big Island of Hawaii. I even delayed unpacking my suitcase, just to let the aroma of sunscreen, salty seas and plumeria unfurl from my wrinkled sun-dresses, with hopes of it permeating every corner of my small, cozy apartment. It’s hard not to feel the sting of the post-vacation blues, especially when you return to winter after a stint somewhere tropical. However,…