I wake up in Jakarta to the sound of a nearby Mosque. I step outside, enjoying my first rays of Asian sunshine, while this blazing heat melts me into dampness. A man in blue passes by, throws me a smile from the other side of the road. “Hello Mr.” I answer back in English, which makes him smile even more. He shrugs his shoulders and his grin gets bigger… Just then it hits me… For the first time in my life, I’m in a country that I don’t know the language… I can’t tell you how excited this realization made me… The beautiful glory of not being understood and having the universal language of a smile!