This morning we went to the Eucharist at the Seminary. We arrived, French language prayer books and hymnals in hand, to discover that today's service was in Spanish. That's the fourth language I've used today. Apparently the seminarians are required to learn to preside at the Eucharist in French, Haitian Creole, Spanish, and English, so they rotate through the languages at the services. Very impressive!
The seminarians wear white cassocks with black sashes (for which I am sure there is a proper name...) to all services. Very sharp. I met the seminarian, Margarette, one of two women in the process here, who works weekends at the parish where I will be placed as of Monday. She seems very nice.