I was supposed to spend five days in Bali. Then, in a serendipitous stroke of luck, I stumbled on a photo of this very ridgeline and decided I needed to see it for myself, whatever that took. So I spent a single day in Bali, then boarded another plane to Labuan Bajo, where I boarded a traditional Indonesian fishing boat along with ten other people from various parts of Indonesia. We spent three days touring the islands that make up Komodo National Park, saw Komodo dragons in the only place in the world where you can see them in their natural habitat, and hiked, swam, and snorkeled to our hearts’ content, chasing giant manta rays and sea turtles. We lounged on the top deck for sunsets and stargazing every night, marveling at the “dancing fish” that swam in fast and furious circles to chase the light from our boat, seemingly in sync to our music. Suddenly, the school of fish shrank, and our beloved captain served us up some fresh dancing fish as a late night snack. We didn’t all speak the same language, but the wonders we shared broke through any language barrier, as did our laughter. I can’t think of a better way to have experienced Indonesia then sharing it with my newfound friends from a little boat we all called home for three magical days. Thank you, serendipity, for a wondrous happy accident.