I didn't believe it when I was first told about it because I thought my surname didn't sound like one: I have Italian forebears!
Two cousins I have only met once on separate occassions gave me a condensed lecture on family history, knowing fully well that since I didn't grow up in Bohol and I obviously knew next to nothing about geneaology (correct spelling?), they needed to fill me in on this one.
This Italian guy reportedly travelled with the Spanish missionaries (I can't remember which century) and settled in an old town south of the capital, Tagbilaran (Marc, I'm not sure if it's Dauis).
I didn't really give it much thought until I visited Singapore last year and met my project employers, one of whom was Greek. She promptly asked me if I have Italian roots! Greeks, after all live right next door to Italy.
Two cousins I have only met once on separate occassions gave me a condensed lecture on family history, knowing fully well that since I didn't grow up in Bohol and I obviously knew next to nothing about geneaology (correct spelling?), they needed to fill me in on this one.
This Italian guy reportedly travelled with the Spanish missionaries (I can't remember which century) and settled in an old town south of the capital, Tagbilaran (Marc, I'm not sure if it's Dauis).
I didn't really give it much thought until I visited Singapore last year and met my project employers, one of whom was Greek. She promptly asked me if I have Italian roots! Greeks, after all live right next door to Italy.
If I have more time, I'll try to dig up on old family files and trace the family tree. I strongly suspect there's a Chinese side as well, my brother, my grandfather (ma side) and myself are all slightly slit-eyed.
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