
Vancouver, I have a confession to make. I do love you, but sometimes your damp, grey winter days have me dreaming of more tropical places. Oh, I know that your winters are shorter and milder than those in other places I’ve …

Vancouver, I have a confession to make. I do love you, but sometimes your damp, grey winter days have me dreaming of more tropical places. Oh, I know that your winters are shorter and milder than those in other places I’ve …

It’s pouring rain—a rushing-through-the-downspouts, whipping-down-the-palm-leaves, rainforest rain. We dash out of our rental car and duck under the tin canopy of a modest roadside stand, where the downpour rat-ta-tat-tats like a snare drum on the metal roof. ...