In Rocinha

It's been six days since I first arrived in Rocinha, a favela in Rio de Janeiro. Estimates to the population range from 100,000 - 300,000 so I'll say it's around 200,000 people covering a hillside, with houses built sloping up the mountain, literally one on top of another. All times I've been out the streets have been filled with people walking, working, sitting, drinking and eating, driving, bouncing on trampolines, smoking, playing loud music and just being out and about. Dogs and cats dash through, winding their way through the tangle of legs and burning exhaust pipes of the myriad of swarming motorcycle-taxis.
The motorcycle taxis are key methods of transportation primarily within the favela, though they do go out as well. The drivers are clad in black with striped yellow vests. Their dress, coupled with the vrooming and buzzing of the motorcycles always reminds me of an angry swarm of bumblebees. I have yet to ride one, but the drivers carry an extra helmet and the passenger just hops on, and off they go. The charge is between R$3 and 4 which would be between a dollar and a dollar fifty in the Unites States. If you find yourself at the bottom of the favela needing to go all the way to the top, the moto-taxis, as they're called, provide a great service. I just get nervius when I see one zooming uphill, and one zooming downhill with two big city busses between them, all trying to navigate the same hairpin turn on a very narrow street.
Until today I've been on a vacation of sorts, seeing some of the beautiful sites around Rio and going to the beach nearby a few times, though I've hardly made a dent in the things I want to do here. But today I started volunteering at a creche, or daycare, here in Rocinha. There are four other women and one man, and two groups of kids. The younger group is 4 months - 2 years, and the older group is 2 years - 4 years.  Not quite speaking conversational Portuguese at this point, I have been of little help in mediating disputes over how to share Lightning McQueen, but I successfully stuffed mouthfuls of beans, pasta and something mashed into Pietro's mouth at lunchtime.
Oop! I'm hearing noises. Naptime appears to be over.
Well I just wandered in and around the waking kiddos and not super sure how to be of assistance here- the other people here don't speak any English so im trying to pidgin together some words but not sure if it's working. The director here speaks English but she isn't here today.
It's quite warm outside (and inside) despite being technically winter. Could not imagine being here for the summer, if it is 87 now.
Still unsure of when exactly I will be returning to Sao Paulo,  still a bunch of things I want to do here!
For now I am making beans not from the can for the first time.