best part of my life

Is this really not a dream? Waking up everyday looking out over a beautiful city; every tin roof top plastered a different color of the rainbow. Hurrying to the taxi bus where Carlos drives us to the orphanage as though we were being followed by a flame of fire burning at the edge of our bummer about to engulf the entire cab. Going beyond the speed limit isn´t my biggest worry though, it is the surrounding multitude of cars, taxis, and blue buses stuffed full of people that I am afraid will drive us off the road. Everyday a sigh of relief comes over me as we finally pull up to Tadeo Torres. Me and the six other volunteers pile out of the taxi van taking up at least ten more minutes of Carlos´s time as we try to find our garbage from our breakfast that had fallen to the floor from the bumpy ride and quickly scramble to find our blue bags, holding what will hopefully provide entertainment or dissappointment to the kids who await. The group of volunteers split half going through the gate of Tadeo Torres and the rest making a small walk on a gravel covered sidewalk area to the gate of Los Pequintous. Most days I make the 1 minute walk to the next gate, somehow in this time having at least two cars honk as they drive by. To say my blond hair and blue eyes are not very common is understatement. Everytime I am out I drive attention to me without even doing anything. The feeling of always being watched is constantly haning over my head. Until, I enter through the gate, the other side holding a different world. Now, on the safe side I travel down the sloped sidewalk with the other girls looking at the orphanage below. Thoughts always racing through my mind as I look at my beautiful surroundings. The backdrop of the orphanage being an enmorous mountain shades of lucious greens, every tree looking at its full potential. Below the soft cream building where my heart rushes to in almost all my dreams. The kids have all stolen my heart, everyday more and more of my heart strings are pulled, making me happier than I have ever been. Happier than I thought I could be, so is this really not a dream?