Jamaicans are very sweet. When I did the Camino and went to Confession before the Pilgrim’s Mass in the Cathedral, which is of course a prerequisite for the indulgence, we had to go up to an area they had set aside near the altar, where they had priests who theoretically spoke the major languages of the pilgrims (French, German, etc.).
I went to the one who was theoretically English speaking. He was an older gentleman who had not an idea what I was saying, but that was okay, since I’d been on the Camino for almost two months and had done nothing other than get annoyed with bicyclists from time to time. But he was very sweet, and I still remember kneeling there in front of the altar at the Cathedral of Santiago.
“Theoretically English speaking” is good. I drew our visiting Thai priest for my First Confession . . . I think HE understood what I was saying, but on the other hand I was not always sure what HE was saying . . . he gave me a hefty penance though so he understood at least PART of it . . . . or at least that it was 42 years’ worth . . . < g >