There's proof positive in one special event that all the world loves laughter - a clue that humor trumps language differences.
The Peace Corp stationed my son in Paraguay in the 1970s, so I visited him for a couple of weeks.
Meeting many of his friends, I enjoyed conversations with a little help from my rusty Spanish.
One night a bunch of us walked up a hill to the outdoor movie shown once a week in this village, 100 miles by bus from Paraguay's capital.
After the movie we all walked back down the hill, reviewing the movie as we went. I walked next to a younger Paraguayan friend while slowly in Spanish sharing a few enthusiastic thoughts on the show.
Suddenly - simultaneously - we broke into rapid fire chatter, each jabbering in our own language so fast that neither of us understood a word the other said.
Instantly we both stopped; looked at each other, and burst out laughing.