After a long, winding drive through the lush green mountains of Jamaica, we came to a fork in the road. There were no legible signs directing us, so we had to call for directions. We made our turn onto a narrow dirt road and headed down a steep hill. As soon as we rounded the corner, barefoot boys began running along with our van, jumping on it as we got closer to their home. Their big smiles pressed up against our van windows revealing they were eager for visitors. They were ready for us.