The world is full of people who live in countries where they do not speak the language.
You (probably) won’t die if you don’t know the language.
I moved to Germany having had one year of German…and it had been a few years since that course.
I moved to a working-class section of Berlin where few people spoke even a few words of English. I think my low point was when a German said something to his dog, the dog got up, went and got its leash and came back to the owner’s chair. I thought, “great. The damned dog understands German better than I do.”
Trust me, when you are stuck in a position like that, you learn very quickly. My local bar, my local supermarket, the local butcher and everyone else I came in contact with helped me learn. Pretty soon, I became the local “Ami” - Berlin slang for American, not always with nice connotations.
At any rate, all of those people insisted I spoke German, they were all very helpful and I made some wonderful blunders that I bet are still being repeated and laughed about to this day.
It took me about 3 months until I pretty much understood what they were saying, and it took about 6 months until I could make myself pretty much understood. The worst part was that three months in between. I felt like a fool…I knew what they were saying but couldn’t respond. People would smile and talk to me like I was a rather tall and hairy 3 year old…“You want eat?” “You go bed?”
There I was, college educated and people were talking to me like my parents were first cousins.
Then it all started to click, my vocabulary improved and suddenly I was having adult conversations.
I wouldn’t miss the experience for anything.
Another lesson you will learn is that the next time someone asks you something in broken English, you will become a gymnast as you bend over backwards to help them.