I’m a proud woman of Hispanic and American decent. My dad is from Honduras and my mom is American or mostly that is. As we all know, America is a wide open melting pot of nationalities. For years I have heard stories of a long gone relative who was Native American though we did not know any details. My grandfather (on my mothers side) always loved Scotish bagpipes and a it was thought somewhere in family was Scotish blood.
My brother has been researching the family on my mothers side for a while now. A few months back he discovered some relatives from Scotland but lost the information when his computer went kaput. I had asked him to try to recover the information when he was able. I find ancestry and history in general fascinating. He found some information concerning our Native American roots and other branches as well.
I continue to learn Spanish and love to hear my dad speak of his father, who was from Northern Spain (Basque country he thinks or recalls). I enjoy watching Spanish channels with dad and hearing about his country. I have traveled to Mexico (on cruise ships) and enjoyed learning the history and culture of the land.
When I first began to entertain the idea of traveling in 2009, I was certain I would make my first European trip to London, as most first time oversea travelers do. So, when the discussion with my friend Stefanie (who had already been to England, Ireland and Italy) turned to a mother-daughter trip to Spain I was happy. Things fell together and we planned what I thought at the time would be a once in a life time trip. Amazingly enough, just four years later, I won a trip from a local high school fundraiser and returned to Spain in March of 2013. I return in March of 2015 with the same school only this time I was invited by the teachers and am actively helping with fundraisers to help the students.
The old world culture of Europe is fascinating. My love of culture is in my blood. I feel as though, sometimes, I am in the wrong country. Ireland is gorgeous and just as fascinating. When I went to Ireland in 2012 with my mother and niece, the plan was to take a side trip to Edinburgh. Sadly I was not able to. I’ve always wanted to see Scotland. The rich culture and history.
My brother finally rediscovered the research and is going to prepare it. As it turns out, my grandmothers, mothers, mother is a Foster and somewhere in that line, the relation goes to Mary Queen of Scotland. I cannot wait to read and discover that information. So, not only am I Hispanic but I am part Scotish also. Some combination.
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