My face is on fire

Mike and I just finished dinner. We had salami, cheese, and avocado sandwiches and mango. It would have been delicious but...
There are these peppers commonly found in most african dishes in this country. Sierra Leoneans call them "hot peppas." Mike loves hot and spicy food and was confident that these peppers were not going to be too hot for him. I told him that they would, so we bought one (one is about the size of your thumb) for dinner. I cut it up for him to put on his sandwich. Myself, on the other hand, doesn't care for spice. I made sure not to put it on my sandwich. Well, I was right, Mike barely used any of the pepper and his mouth and lips were on fire! But of course he enjoys that kind of thrill. Unfortunately, I forgot to wash my hands after cutting up the pepper. When I picked up my sandwich, the juices from the pepper got all over the bread. My mouth was on fire too! It made my eyes and nose run. So what did I do? I wiped my face with the pepper still on my hands! What a moron! Well, it was a good laugh anyway..

These last couple of days have been great. We have mostly been running around the downtown area of Freetown looking for a factory site and doing the logistical work it takes to set up an NGO. Our funniest moment today: While we were in a taxi we went by a shoe stand where, "As Long as You Love Me" by the Backstreet Boys was playing. I know it seems simple, but everything is so different here, so it was such a random thing to hear in the streets of Freetown. Mike and I looked at each other and were like, "Where are we?"
Blessings to all! Chelsea