This is a great question! I once traveled to portugal and being skint, found some folks who ran a tiny scrap yard. No one spoke English and they all lived seemingly in a bygone age, like thirty years back.
Even the food we ate came from the garden and various animals running around free range. I learned to communicate in the five months i was there. I rode back to the UK with no cash and got by and now cycle back on little cash every year or so- usually takes a month from Le Havre, France- they treat me as family. I love 'em all and feel i want to live there.I never miss the hi-tech and convinient world we live in.
I even wrote a book about it called bins benches and broken bikes. Never written before in my life, but a good story-you just gotta tell!