On my way back from Lebanon to Dubai in July, there was a group of South Americans on the flights, babbling about in Spanish all over the place. While waiting for my luggage in Dubai airport at the conveyor belt, I noticed they were all wearing Lebanese cedar bracelets and necklaces. ALL of them, about a dozen of them.
One of my luggage was a box, which had my surname on it. One of the girls noticed the surname and they all kept repeating it out loud, until they saw me remove it to my stroller.
One of the girls looked at me, and said my last name. I'm like..."Si? Mi dispiace ma non hablas espanyol." (that's my wanna be broken italian with a spanish word...no idea why I chose to say that, but that's what came out).
Obviously my half assed sentence was met with hysterical laughter.
Anyway, she turned out to Argentinian who's grandfather was from the Chouf Mountains in Lebanon. He emigrated to Buenos Aires when he was a teenager, stayed there ever since. She had the same surname as I, however, judging by Chouf mountains, her grandfather was probably of the Druze sect. (I tried explaining that to her in English she had no idea wtf I was on about).
I got her email down, and said share with me your family tree. Maybe I can somehow qualify for an Argentine passport.
The dozen of them Latino's were off on a tour of Lebanon to discover their ancestry. Apparently their travel agency threw in a Dubai stay for three nights as part of their package...