My son has been having a ball on "Ancestry.Com". He is determined to prove that my maiden name is in fact, not Spanish, but Slovakian. It is fascinating to dig into one's geneolgy. It is a bit scary in that you never know what you'll find. Apparently, my father's name is quite rare. The website advised us that there may be "a whisper" of a Spanish background.
In other words, we would have to contact a specfic group that specializes in researching my father's last name, that is very familiar with the Austrian- Hungary border from which his geneology is traced.
I remember my father hanging a picture of a matador in his office with the name "Danchez." While, we spelled our last name "Danches," it was pretty intriguing at the time for the whole family. My father's sister used to comment "I think we have Spanish roots traced back to the 4th century." Now that caught my attention. To date, we have not been able to prove we have Spanish blood in us.
I think I am very Spanish. Entirely sentimental, totally family oriented, a penchant for sweets, BIG TIME. I delight in having a dessert after dinner. If there isn't something sweet in the house it ruins the whole evening for me! Because gravity has caught up with me, I now can maybe have desserts 3 times a week. I am also entirely emotional and demonstrative. Does that make me Spanish?
When I grew up in Miami, Beach Florida, the Cubans on Calle' Ocho loved there expressos with tons of sugar. I don't remember any of my Cuban friends ever ordering expresso without sugar. No one else in the family besides my father and I loved sugar as much. I even like to add sugar to the recipes for meats I enjoy, (my son researched that and insists this is typical of Slovakian -Austrian- Hungary linage).
Oh, and yes, we all have hot tempers. We will continue to dig to see if we can find that "whisper" anywhere.