Let Me Ex-spain.

So its official. We're Spanish. ¿Qué sorpresa?

So, as some may know, my dad's family, the venerable McAfees, trace their history in the Americas to Atlanta (then Terminus) in the early 19th century. We all get together every year around the country to celebrate our shared heritage and of course our rather idiosyncratic proboscis. This year, apparently, they decided to do a little ancestral digging, Watson style.

So there has been some talk of using DNA testing to discover what would otherwise be, impossibly difficult to attain African ancestry. Fortunately, the McAfee's have been blessed with pretty solid records of our ensalved African ancestors, and of course our European forefathers. Native American? Well, they're in there somewhere. In any case, this year they decided to do a some DNA testing, which is apparently quite popular, to see where in Africa we all come from.

Guess where?

Apparently, a little known part of Africa called Spain. Kinda of a surprise. Not that it means so much, but apparently our Spanish nucleotides are quite obstinate. Anyway, just thought I'd share. Unfortunately, this has done little to sharpen my Spanish language skills.

Somos españoles.