Ever since I was in high school, I was hoping to find somebody with the same family name that I have. Closas. I even promised to myself that I will introduce myself and will treat her or him as a family. I am the only one child of the second marriage of my parent. My father was the only child, too. Literally, I don't know anybody with the same family name that I have except for my father and mother. I was looking at the local newspaper for nursing or teachers board passers. None. I was looking around the school on the voter's list during election day. None.
My father was from Misamis Occidental and my mother is from Sibonga, Cebu. (Both are in Philippines.) I was told that my father's father was not really from Misamis Occidental and that he only happened to be there shortly, married my grandmother and disappeared with no information or whatsoever. My grandmother, father and mother had the chance to meet some of my grandfather's relative which were Closas, too. I wish I was already born by that time.
A couple of months ago, I had decided to Google my family name and was ASTONISHED to find out that there are a lot of CLOSAS in Spain. Some were even celebrities. Wow! So, my root was from Spain. It is not impossible though. We all know that the Spaniards invaded Philippines, and possibly, one of them were my great, great grandfather.
Now that I am aware of that fact, it made me want to visit Spain someday... at least, before I die.