Service Project!!

Hey Family and Friends!
How is everyone doing? Things in La Trinidad are great! I love this sector and my companion is great! The only problem I still have is getting up in the morning. I swear, I was never meant to be a morning person. I get up, but that doesnt mean that I am firing on all cylinders. Mostly its very quiet in the mornings. Elder Wassom sits in the clothes room and listens to EFY music. Elder Bullough transferrs over to a spare bed in the living room and falls asleep there. Elder Johnson usually just sits on one of our crappy sofas and stares into nothingness. And I shuffle out of bed and put on my blue sweater and my incredibly comfortable sweats (Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!) and half heartedly pour out a bowl of chocapic, which is the coca pebbles of the states. I get out my box of milk (Yes, milk comes in boxes here, and if you dont drink it within three days, it goes bad), and eat like a cow chewing on its cud. But thats not what happened on Saturday. No, on saturday, something completely different happened.
We had a service project very early in the morning. We didnt know what we were going to be doing, all we knew was that we got out of our study times. Sweet! Anyway, so we get driven down to this building pretty far out of our sector, and are greeted by 15 feet high fences with barbed wire coiling around the top. The gates slowly open like a creepy old mansion, and we go in. Immediatly after we get out of the cars we are greeted by the boss of whoever runs the place. She tells us that we shouldnt touch anyone here, and to just keep walking if they try and talk to us. She starts to lead us through the complex of plain looking buildings and barred windows. Then someone came up to me and said hello. Thats when I realized: We were in a mental institute. All the people had mental problems and walked around with a dazed look on their face. I laughed to myself, wishing I had brought a pink tutu and had just watched Ace Ventura, but then I realized that I was a missionary and that would be undignified. bummer....
We finally got to our service project behind another set of scary looking fances and locks, a building. A very burnt building. I guess last week the whole area went up in flames, so our job was to clean it up. That meant Tearing down the rest of the roof, hauling out burnt couches and beds, sifting through the rubble, and carrying out the rest of the dead bodies. haha! No, Im just kidding, there weren´t any dead bodies. But there was a lot of crap. It was very impressionable. It made me realize how destructive fires can be. Nothing was left untouched by the flames, however, there was still enough that was recognizable that trying to imagine what it was like being in the fire sent shivers down your spine.
The work was hard, but it was so much fun! What more can a boy want than a hammer and an order to go around breaking stuff? Im not sure I have any moral or any anology to the mission, but it sure was fun! I will try to get pictures from some of the other elders as soon as I can. I forgot to bring mine. I wont ever forget some of the stuff I saw there, and I feel proud knowing I helped by doing my part.
I love you guys so much! Take care!
Elder Westover