When in the city of roses it is only appropriate to pay your respects at the rose garden, which is exactly what we did. If I were a gardener I would take the time to tell you about all the different kinds of roses present and would probably be spectacularly impressed at the small team of staff and volunteers that tend to the garden, but I am not. What I will give you is directions. You’re going to want to take the MAX to Washington Park and then wait around for the 63 bus which only comes once an hour. You read that correctly, once an hour. I think I may have shed a tear that I no longer live in the lands of awesome public transportation while baking under the hot sun for 32 minutes. C’est la vie.
Amy x
